The ground hit hard. Sadie lifted her body off the stony floor. Checked for broken ribs. No. Just painful. Ouch.
She looked around. A small room, tall like a well, lined with shelves. Books.
Books on… ornithology. Not bad. Level 48 would be… up and east from here, she was pretty sure. There was no door, but she knew what to look for – “Stork Mating Habits” looked too well thumbed for its own good. Sadie pulled the book gently. Sure enough. An irregular section of the wall swung back.
The corridor outside was broad, well lit. A main thoroughfare. Reddish of all sizes scuttled this way and that, carting piles of books and looking very important, very busy. Without a thought, Sadie scooped up “Avian Adventures”, “The Poetry of Great Owls – Early Sonnets II” and a slim volume on reading the future from migratory flight patterns. Thus equipped and purposeful, she joined the traffic, muttering “Excuse me” and “Beg your pardon” in just the right hurried tones. With her red hair and hand-knitted overalls, no Reddish gave her a second glance.
Sadie loved the library. She could have been a Reddish: She could climb well, she spoke seventeen languages, and she was a competent knitter. But she preferred to sneak in. That was just who she was.
Here was Level 48. Easy peasy! Her fingers ran along the long shelves, reading carved instructions. Up there! She scampered up, one two three. 48-BTW-318-d, just as her client instructed. Sadie frowned as she read the title: “The Secrets of the Great Library – Passages, Shortcuts and Genuine Reddish Knitting Patterns”.
Gently, she pushed the tome back into its place. The client would be disappointed. But some secrets were worth keeping.