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{{Book Summary
|author={{Lore Link|Fa-Nuit-Hen}}
|description=The recollections of a Daedric Demiprince
|ON=yes
|prev=[[Lore:A Memory Book, Part 2|Part 2]]
|sortkey=Memory Book, Part 3, A
}}
:''As Dictated to {{Lore Link|Tutor Riparius}} by {{Lore Link|Fa-Nuit-Hen}}''
:I have an idea, my Tutor! We shall try something different to remember the Baron who Moves like Wind in the Reeds: we shall reconstruct him by pure logic!
:Wind: air movement, amorphous but persistent, varying in vector, pressing from every point of the compass, strong, then soft, then strong again.
:Reeds: tall drying grass stalks, foundations of literature, rattling and swaying, bending before pressure, or vibrating in tones if constrained.
:Baron: a figure of mastery, a person made for warfare, an aspect of myself that concentrates a body of skill into a skilled body, an incarnation of artistry.
:Therefore: the Baron who Moves like Wind in the Reeds! We know his components, thus we must remember him complete, in totality, and see him clearly before us! We must ….
:No. No. It doesn't work like that.
:What shall I do, my Tutor? What was it you said about being reminded of what is within, by someone who is without? What was that, Riparius? Say it again.
|author={{Lore Link|Fa-Nuit-Hen}}
|description=The recollections of a Daedric Demiprince
|ON=yes
|prev=[[Lore:A Memory Book, Part 2|Part 2]]
|sortkey=Memory Book, Part 3, A
}}
:''As Dictated to {{Lore Link|Tutor Riparius}} by {{Lore Link|Fa-Nuit-Hen}}''
:I have an idea, my Tutor! We shall try something different to remember the Baron who Moves like Wind in the Reeds: we shall reconstruct him by pure logic!
:Wind: air movement, amorphous but persistent, varying in vector, pressing from every point of the compass, strong, then soft, then strong again.
:Reeds: tall drying grass stalks, foundations of literature, rattling and swaying, bending before pressure, or vibrating in tones if constrained.
:Baron: a figure of mastery, a person made for warfare, an aspect of myself that concentrates a body of skill into a skilled body, an incarnation of artistry.
:Therefore: the Baron who Moves like Wind in the Reeds! We know his components, thus we must remember him complete, in totality, and see him clearly before us! We must ….
:No. No. It doesn't work like that.
:What shall I do, my Tutor? What was it you said about being reminded of what is within, by someone who is without? What was that, Riparius? Say it again.