The rescue announcement had acquired a border overnight.
Lyra found it beside her breakfast, its corners decorated with little radiant stars. Someone had improved the illustration of Felix until he looked taller than the archive.
“I’m surprised they found a sheet wide enough,” he said.
She read the title again.
“Archmage of the Renewed Current.”
“Man Currently Eating would be more accurate.”
Lyra wrote that above the printed line.
Felix leaned forward to admire it. She crossed it out, then crossed out the title beneath it.
