"But this is a novel," Jakin protests, "not a book of magic or engineering or something." "Many books are missing from the Great Library." Inric feels the familiar pang of guilt and worry at the situation as he explains. "That is why I came to Ossechia, to collect that book. Until they are restored, I cannot risk another loan." "I understand," Jakin says. He looks disappointed. Later that evening the gleam of light from the Ossechian room catches Inric's eye. Presumably the two children left the lamp lit by accident. But when he reaches the room, Jakin is still there, sitting on the floor and reading his book. Inric smiles to himself and leaves the boy in peace.