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Right
now
,
he
needed
a
drink
.
But
perhaps
it
ought
to
wait
.
The
Librarian
knuckled
his
way
urgently
along
the
dark
aisles
between
the
slumbering
bookshelves
.
The
rooftops
of
the
city
belonged
to
him
.
Oh
,
assassins
and
thieves
might
make
use
of
them
,
but
he
’
d
long
ago
found
the
forest
of
chimneys
,
buttresses
,
gargoyles
and
weathervanes
a
convenient
and
somehow
comforting
alternative
to
the
streets
.
At
least
,
up
until
now
.
It
had
seemed
amusing
and
instructive
to
follow
the
Watch
into
the
Shades
,
an
urban
jungle
which
held
no
fears
for
a
300
-
lb
ape
.
But
now
the
nightmare
he
had
seen
while
brachiating
across
a
dark
alley
would
,
if
he
had
been
human
,
have
made
him
doubt
the
evidence
of
his
own
eyes
.
As
an
ape
,
he
had
no
doubts
whatsoever
about
his
eyes
and
believed
them
all
the
time
.
Right
now
he
wanted
to
concentrate
them
urgently
on
a
book
that
might
hold
a
clue
.
It
was
in
a
section
no
-
one
bothered
with
much
these
days
;
the
books
in
there
were
not
really
magical
.
Dust
lay
accusingly
on
the
floor
.
Dust
with
footprints
in
it
.
"
Oook
?
"
said
the
Librarian
,
in
the
warm
gloom
.
