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The Librarian’s words trailed off as her eyes alighted on Sienna and the sapphire blue sparkled as she smiled in recognition. She lifted one regal hand and pointed away from the gate speaking in the rough caw of the Scryer tongue. It was clearly a dismissal.
The Scryers stood for a long second, then turned as one and stalked away, back to the darkness beneath and the hidden inner gatehouse beyond.
The crowd drifted away now the conflict was over, leaving the Mapwalker team kneeling on the ground before the Librarian.
“Thank you,” Sienna said. “Why did you change your mind?”
The Librarian smiled. “Your grandfather was my … friend … when he was your age. I would know that titian hair anywhere and I can sense an echo of his power in your blood.”
Her eyes grew soft at the mention of th
