Gavra hadn't come back yet. Seph gripped the facepiece
that the golem had left him, and said to it, loudly, "Adem."
He felt the facepiece's aural muscles contract — and then the gleaming red orbeye glistened neon green in its socket, and emit a laserlike that pointed behind him.
He followed obediently, walking carefully, allowing the light to skim and scan the tiny labels on the myriad bookshelves. Seph could count three heartbeats for every column of shelves that it scanned from toe to three-story height, and anticipated that it would probably take a while to find the books, but luckily the eyelight flickered successfully only about half an hour (maybe?) into the search.
The books on adem were on the very highest shelf. He pocketed the facepiece, and came back wrestling a ladder along the old railings a while later; and once he reached the very top rungs, he looked up in disbelief.
There were no books on adem.
Whatever was written about adem, was written on lymantri wings. There were ropes knotted to holes punched into the scale-less corners, and thereafter set on dozens of hooks on The Libra's ill-seen ceiling. They dangled about an armslength from Seph's face, mostly unmoving, though they flickered with faint light and occasionally twitched.
He felt the facepiece's aural muscles contract — and then the gleaming red orbeye glistened neon green in its socket, and emit a laserlike that pointed behind him.
He followed obediently, walking carefully, allowing the light to skim and scan the tiny labels on the myriad bookshelves. Seph could count three heartbeats for every column of shelves that it scanned from toe to three-story height, and anticipated that it would probably take a while to find the books, but luckily the eyelight flickered successfully only about half an hour (maybe?) into the search.
The books on adem were on the very highest shelf. He pocketed the facepiece, and came back wrestling a ladder along the old railings a while later; and once he reached the very top rungs, he looked up in disbelief.
There were no books on adem.
Whatever was written about adem, was written on lymantri wings. There were ropes knotted to holes punched into the scale-less corners, and thereafter set on dozens of hooks on The Libra's ill-seen ceiling. They dangled about an armslength from Seph's face, mostly unmoving, though they flickered with faint light and occasionally twitched.
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