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The King is Dead. Long Live the King! His late majesty being without heirs of his body male, the heavy weight of the crown falls upon the head of his brother, Yaran. The magnificent lights seen in the sky at the time of his death are taken by the court astrologers as a sign of the Lord Aagen's pleasure at his soul joining the choir eternal, though the peasantry mutter quite diametric opinions quietly in the public houses.
By the great grace of our Lord Aagen,
who has granted us this tyrn of the sun, and in remembrance of our beloved brother, I, King Yaran of the Vencs do hereby order;
>In Sigordan, wheresoever good foundations may be found and dug for the purpose, the raising of a city to be called Cærys
>Around this city should also the land be prospected
