Know this: we have lost ourselves, and sold our identity to Jesamine as a resolution to our ills. It is written, and it will be; let us not dwell upon the past and the glories we will lose by this merger. Our blood is Jesamine blood now, and our triumphs and failings will be theirs to share. We will live.
I offer this to you, young Fane, for you to pass on to the Fane that follows, and the Fane after that, and so on. Do not let this name be forgotten, and do not let the lessons, below, fall upon an unhearing son. Our experience is our currency, now; it is to you to maintain its value. I am old, and I will soon be forgotten.
Penned this redsky by Lord Fane I, on the eve of his House's demise.