"Anvar!" He jumps and looks round. A broad smile greets him through the crowd. "You're here!" Orinithiel says delightedly. "I missed you at archiometry." "I didn't miss archiometry," Anvar says, and she laughs, then looks surprised, staring over his shoulder at the walkways. "Oh, I thought your uncle was at the Great Library." "What?" Anvar's blood runs cold as he turns to stare.