Most everyone at the castle died - from those who were family by blood to those who were family of the heart. Father, Mother, my brother's wife Oriana, my little nephew Oren.

The old sage Aldous was killed as was the librarian. So was Nan who was my childhood nanny before becoming the cook. So many, really.

[Now that she's started, it is difficult to stop as the flow of faces marches through her memories.]

Ser Gilmore, Mallol, mother's friend Lady Landra, Landra's maid Iona, Landra's son Dairren. Our brave and loyal guardsmen. No one was safe from Howe's men. Not children nor servants. They were ruthless.

[Wait - he wrote of a fishman? Perhaps he meant fisherman.]