Aside from a few sack-clothed figures, they were quite alone in Kirfory’s great library. Balagir had never seen so many books and mused that even were he to read without sleep for the rest of his days, he would still get no further than the end of the top shelf.
At one point, Imram selected a book randomly, blew the dust from its russet cover, and sighed.
“The Galoran Dynasties.”
“What’s that?”
He shrugged, a giddy look on his face. “Exactly! Settlers have enough history to warrant dynasties, whereas what you supped last night is relative history for us. With so rich a canvas here, I’m bound to pick out more than a few threads relating to the ashen.”
“Just make sure that by doing so, the whole thing does not unravel.”
Imram chuckled, but there was more than a shade of concern in his eyes.
