In less time than he had expected, Inric finds himself garbed in a slightly faded long velvet robe, with his hair braided and bound in silver in a simple, elegant style chosen by Merianethel. "Anvar told me the library was all but deserted," she says now, as they walk around the clanhold to the central area where the nexus is sited. "Don't you find it lonely?" "No, not at present." "Oh, because of your allochthene scholar?" "She is not my scholar," Inric says, somehow irritated by the phrasing. "Magistra Colle is a Sage from Eynvard. She is working on the Great Library records about the Eldarin history on Eynvard." "I see." Merianethel is smiling gently. Then she turns, leaning over the railing, looking down to the crowds below. "Oh look, there they are."