WHEN THE Queen had created the position of Librarian and appointed Lucas to fill it, the Library, such as it was then, had sat in the bartizan of the southwest bastion of the keep. It hadn't taken Lucas long to commandeer the entirety of the bastion to accommodate his new acquisitions (and he really needed to stop thinking of them as his, they were the Queen's, but he couldn't help it). Lately he'd been eyeing the wide rooms to either side of the Library for possible expansion. He was starting to run out of room in the Library itself, priceless books and scrolls crammed all the way up to the hoarding and turrets. And anyway, Cr醱a had an entire tower all to himself, so it seemed only fair, in Lucas's considered opinion.
Lucas turned and pointed at Bramble when they crossed the threshold. "You. Sit. Stay."