A quiet little man was brought before a judge. The judge glanced down at
the man and then at the scroll listing the mans charges and then back
down at the little man in amazement. "Can you tell me in your own words
what happened?" he asked the man.

"I'm a scholar dealing in the nature of spiritual enlightenment."

"Yes, go on," said the astounded judge.

"Well, I had traveled to the Shallam and was at the library doing
research. I found all of the books I wanted to study and decided to
check them out. When I reached the front of the checkout line they told
me my library card had expired and I had to get a new one. So I went to
the registration office and got in another line. I filled out my proper
forms for another card and took my forms and my books back to the
checkout line to get my new card."

"And?" said the judge.

"And he asked me 'Can you prove you are from Mhaldor?' ...So I stabbed
him."

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Daedalan, in the year 388 AF.