"What? What is it?" "Give me a minute. I've been an idiot and I'm trying to compensate." -- RecklessPrudence
"No, no, no, no, no!" Paper snowed from its fountaining upwards. Judging by the look of things, inspiration had been going in entirely in the wrong direction. "It's all shit! It's nonsense! Rubbish! Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish..." And then Maester Kadfel fell to sobbing at her desk.
Thaldrik fielded as many pages as he could catch, and laboriously rounded up the others. Months of work, obviously. He had been fetching the Maester's tea and meals for the duration. And now it had come to... rubbish.
He lined up some of the pages in the order he remembered. The Maester's work was always beautiful, even when it did turn to bad conclusions.