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But
first
it
had
to
pay
its
respects
to
certain
people
.
.
.
It
sniffed
the
dawn
air
.
It
was
searching
for
the
stink
of
minds
.
Noble
dragons
don
’
t
have
friends
.
The
nearest
they
can
get
to
the
idea
is
an
enemy
who
is
still
alive
.
The
air
became
very
still
,
so
still
that
you
could
almost
hear
the
slow
fall
of
dust
.
The
Librarian
swung
on
his
knuckles
between
the
endless
bookshelves
.
The
dome
of
the
Library
was
still
overhead
but
then
,
it
always
was
.
It
seemed
quite
logical
to
the
Librarian
that
,
since
there
were
aisles
where
the
shelves
were
on
the
outside
then
there
should
be
other
aisles
in
the
space
between
the
books
themselves
,
created
out
of
quantum
ripples
by
the
sheer
weight
of
words
.
There
were
certainly
some
odd
sounds
coming
from
the
other
side
of
some
shelving
,
and
the
Librarian
knew
that
if
he
gently
pulled
out
a
book
or
two
he
would
be
peeking
into
different
libraries
under
different
skies
.
Books
bend
space
and
time
.
One
reason
the
owners
of
those
aforesaid
little
rambling
,
poky
second
-
hand
bookshops
always
seem
slightly
unearthly
is
that
many
of
them
really
are
,
having
strayed
into
this
world
after
taking
a
wrong
turning
in
their
own
bookshops
in
worlds
where
it
is
considered
commendable
business
practice
to
wear
carpet
slippers
all
the
time
and
open
your
shop
only
when
you
feel
like
it
.
You
stray
into
L
-
space
at
your
peril
.
Very
senior
librarians
,
however
,
once
they
have
proved
themselves
worthy
by
performing
some
valiant
act
of
librarianship
,
are
accepted
into
a
secret
order
and
are
taught
the
raw
arts
of
survival
beyond
the
Shelves
We
Know
.
The
Librarian
was
highly
skilled
in
all
of
them
,
but
what
he
was
attempting
now
wouldn
’
t
just
get
him
thrown
out
of
the
Order
but
probably
out
of
life
itself
.
All
libraries
everywhere
are
connected
in
L
-
space
.
All
libraries
.
Everywhere
.
And
the
Librarian
,
navigating
by
booksign
carved
on
shelves
by
past
explorers
,
navigating
by
smell
,
navigating
even
by
the
siren
whisperings
of
nostalgia
,
was
heading
purposely
for
one
very
special
one
.
There
was
one
consolation
.
If
he
got
it
wrong
,
he
’
d
never
know
it
.
Somehow
the
dragon
was
worse
on
the
ground
.
In
the
air
it
was
an
elemental
thing
,
graceful
even
when
it
was
trying
to
burn
you
to
your
boots
.
On
the
ground
it
was
just
a
damn
great
animal
.
