25 Summer 512 Most of the afternoon Fiera had spent tirelessly sorting returned books while Augusta attempted to stealthily watch her out of the corner of her heavily made-up eyes, as if waiting for Fiera to make a mistake. The woman – who was, as well as the senior librarian, Fiera’s mentor – had an unrelenting hatred for all things Kelvic and seemed bent on making as many snide remarks as possible about Fiera’s mental capacity. Had she not realised that Augusta, among other things, wanted her fired, Fiera might have long been in exile and Augusta, destined to spend the rest of her life as a cripple. Now, Fiera found just found her superiors ignorance comical. Despite that, she was hugely relieved when Augusta finished her shift and went home, leaving the almost deserted library under Fiera’s supervision. With the portly librarian gone, Fiera relaxed. She blew out a few candles which had burned low in their holders and replaced them, so that they no longer cast frightening shadows on the walls and shelves. Then, Fiera turned to the large stack of books that Augusta had left for her to sort and place back onto the correct shelf. She worked systematically, marking the tome off as ‘returned’ in a large, flat notebook before putting it into the correct pile. Occasionally, Fiera would pause to examine the contents of a promising book. If she deemed the book worthy to read, she would jot down the title onto a sheet of paper and continue sorting. Slowly, the main stack of books was divided into five smaller piles; history, magical theory, geography, diaries and philosophy – all in alphabetical order. Arms full with books, Fiera teetered her way to the historical section of the library, glaring at the statues, which seemed to follow her with their eyes. Averting her eyes from the path proved a bad idea as she promptly bumped into a bookshelf and dropped the books she was holding. Uttering a few of her choicest swear words, she bent to pick them up. Some students – those who were not asleep on their papers – turned to look at her with quizzical expressions, but Fiera ignored them. Nice. Watch out for those statues, they bite too! There really wasn’t much point in being sarcastic to oneself and so Fiera just focused on alphabetising the books once more. Z, being at the bottom of the stack, came first. That’s Zeltivian Guide... Where did that come from? She thought. The Zeltivian Guide should have been in the ‘geography’ pile. Interesting book. What does it write? She opened the thin, battered copy. At first Fiera couldn’t make sense of the twisted lines that it showed. They appeared to form a map of the city, including the outer reaches. She could tell the map was old, because half of the piers and some of the newer buildings were missing. Apart from that, there were also places Fiera had never seen before. They would need to be explored, of course. She pocketed the treasure and went back to picking up her books. No one would miss it. |