Ridmark grunted, his hand closing around Heartwarden’s hilt, and drew upon the sword’s power. Healing energy filled him, and after a few moments the throbbing agony in his skull subsided to merely a sharp pain.He opened his eyes again and sat up.And to his surprise, he found he was in a library.It was the largest library he had ever seen. A floor of gleaming blue marble lay beneath him, and all around him rose shelves of dull black wood, built with the same peculiar arches and angles as Urd Morlemoch. Books filled the shelves to overflowing, books and scrolls beyond count, most of them written in high elven or dark elven. But Ridmark saw books in Latin, copies of the histories of Old Earth, and even a few stone tablets carved with the blocky glyphs of the dwarves. Ridmark stood, Heartwarden in hand, and saw the Warden.The dark elven sorcerer sat a table a few paces away, scrutinizing a massive book open upon a wooden stand. Elaborate astronomical charts covered the pages of the book, alongside notations in dark elven characters.
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