There was an inkhorn and paper at a little table and he wrote a line and signed it.
In his hand was his weapon, a pen; his skull was an inkhorn, and his cap its lid.
He recalled this now, as he took his inkhorn from the dusty table.
Away with him, I say: hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck.
Bené Leblanc will be here anon, with his papers and inkhorn.