*Don’t tell the Council.*
That made her laugh. True—might be enough to condemn her, at that. In fact, the list of books she still wanted was probably bad enough by itself, and the thought sobered her.
*I’ve got something of a handle on what sparked Gialfinnur’s interests, I think. I’ve been trying to read the same books he must have, and I’m starting to see, oh, the shape of where he might have been focused, like a shadow cast by the real thing.*
*And that’s what has the Council worried. And me, too. Gialfinnur may be long gone, but there are living people taking an interest in you, and maybe he had followers.*
Penrys shrugged, in the dark, but Vylkar continued. *And they’re right to call this crooked learning if our suspicions have any merit—look at the result.*
That was hard to argu
