The Will
The Will was the document the Architect left behind, dictating what was to happen within the House. The Trustees broke the Will into seven pieces, each hiding a different piece. The First Part of the Will escaped, and focused on finding a suitable Heir, and guiding him on his task. Eventually, all of it may be freed and added to the Will's amorphous form, Dame Primus, whose name means "First Lady". In the beginning of Superior Saturday she (to her chagrin) has split into two smaller versions of herself (Dame Quarto and Dame Septum) to fix the bursts of Nothing in the House.
| Animal Form | Virtue | Imprisonment |
|---|---|---|
| Frog | Fortitude/Diligence | Fused in a crystal, locked in an unbreakable box, guarded by metal Sentinels, fused on a surface of a dead sun |
| Bear | Patience/Prudence | In a centre of a sun guarded by the Mariner |
| Carp | Faith | Trapped in Feverfew's worldlet |
| Snake | Justice | Wrapped around the Fourth Key |
| Beast | Temperance | Chained and guarded by The Winged Servants of the Night |
| Raven | Charity | Split into millions of pieces and hidden in droplets of rain |
| Apple Tree | Hope | Trapped in a cage that will kill everything that touches it, and can only be opened by The Seventh Key, or The Mariner (at the cost of his life) |
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Famous quotes containing the words the and/or will:
“You remind me of a child-friend who once wrote to tell me about her sister being married. “Now I will tell you all about Bessie’s wedding.” Then came a long account of bridesmaids, and breakfast, and everything else, except the name of the bride-groom! That of course didn’t matter: the great thing was to get married somehow.”
—Lewis Carroll [Charles Lutwidge Dodgson] (1832–1898)
“Take but degree away, untune that string,
And hark what discord follows!
...
Force should be right, or, rather, right and wrong—
Between whose endless jar justice resides—
Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Then everything includes itself in power,
Power into will, will into appetite;
And appetite, an universal wolf,
So doubly seconded with will and power,
Must make perforce an universal prey,
And last eat up himself.”
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616)