Twilight stashed the signed scroll back into her bag. She hadn't expected it—Dale, she corrected herself—to be able to read the first, although it would have been a lot easier if he had signed it. At least he'd figured out the drawings. A thick stack of papers had come from the palace on yesterday morning's train, largely consisting of suggested topics for Lyra and Dale to cover at their next beach meeting. These scrolls had been among them.