“I’m in charge now!” Felix tried interrupting the scout. “With Minor gone.”
“You don’t want to be in charge of a burned out library,” Lindy warns.
“Now, Limpy!!” The girl bounced up and down. “Come to my room!”
It stops the scout, not Lindy. There’s a look in his eye.
“Yes, Limpy, let’s go,” Zorion commands. “Give us a chance to talk.” He meant without the others, she guessed. Too much happening for anyone to keep straight at this point. Lindy’s frustration bit at her as they hurried to the child’s room.
Angela babbled as they moved up the winding stairs. “I keep all my toys in my room—”
As they mounted steps, the scout softly informed Lindy, “You may have to give up the book.”
How can a scout suggest that? “But—”
“The lives in this library are more important than one book.” Hard to protest. Still.
“My job’s my life. I was taught that!” Who isn’t aware that we are all about the books? First and foremost.
“You were taught wrong.” He shook his head firmly, they’d reached Angel’s room. “They can make another book. We have scribes dedicated to just that.”
“Ah, but how long would that take?” Lindy couldn’t believe she was having such a conversation. Books mean more than life.
“Perhaps the invocation might be delayed a few weeks.”
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