As
they slowly climb down the ladder, the darkness begins to fade.
Looking round, Raven realises they are no longer in a hole, but
descending a wall of vertical bricks. It takes him a few moments to
realise they're not bricks at all, but the spines of books, each
almost identical save for a few markings.
“No,
no, no, you're doing it wrong” Raven hears a woman's voice admonish
faintly below him. “You're mixing the natural and the
manufactured, you've got to keep them separate. Where did you people
train?”
A
little further down the ladder, the books in front of Raven look
younger than the ones further up. The markings are clearly letters
and numbers; a cataloguing system he has no doubt.
“You
boy, stop right there,” the woman's voice exclaims once more, “The
musings and the daydreams go to the other wing.”
