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The Head Librarian held up her hand to forestall a soliloquy from Cynog. “Yes, yes. That’s fine.”
“So I will take the bags outside, away from everyone, and I will open them and get out the letter. Moira will remain here as insurance.”
“Mmmm.” Moira made a dissenting growl. “You said we would stick together,” she muttered.
“We have to break the stalemate,” he said. “And we both know there’s nothing wrong with our bags.”
Moira didn’t argue, but she didn’t look happy.
“Don’t worry, Moira. I will go with him,” said Cynog. “Because I believe them,” he said defiantly to the room.
“Oh, Cynog,” said Moira, looking touched. “Thank you for being a good friend.”
Perhaps it was Killian’s imagination, but he thought the expressions of several of the other librarians softened. Moira wore her heart on her sleeve, and that was hard not to like.
“Very well,” said the Head Librarian thumping her staff again. “This will be done. Guards, escort them to the courtyard.”
“Be right back,” said Killian grinning at Moira and giving her a quick kiss.
“You’d better be,” she said.
Episode 12
The Letter
Moira
There were several things that Moira didn’t like about her current situation. Being separated from Killian was at the top of the list. Not that she didn’t think he could take care of himself, but it made her nervous. The second thing was that somewhere, deep in her soul, she held the firm belief that she should not be treated like this. Moira didn’t want to admit that she was possibly a little bit of a princess, but she was willing to bet that she got a lot more respect in other places.
“So,” she said, looking around the room, “togas are stillinhere. Cool. I can see how that would be convenient.” She could, actually. She was not entirely sure about shapeshifting with clothes. It seemed like it would get awkward. Did one simply sayexcuse me, I need to take off my clothes real quick? Or was she supposed to go full werewolf and bust out of her jeans? She thought of her very expensive-looking bra, and her blood ran cold. She hoped Killian was right that she made a lot of money because the lingerie budget on going werewolf would be prohibitive.
The librarians were staring at her. The scribe had his quill poised over his tablet as if waiting for her to say something incriminating.
“Sorry about threatening your face,” she said, feeling like she ought to make an effort. “Here.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out the ballpoint pen that was still in there next to her useless phone and held it out to him.
“What is it?”
“It’s a pen. It has its own ink. See in this little tube?” Sheunscrewed the pieces and showed the little tube. “And that way you don’t have to dip it. It just writes.”
Everyone stared at the pen in her hand, but the scribe didn’t move.
“I have seen those in the human artifact collection,” said one of the librarians knowledgeably. “She speaks the truth.”
“I thought you might want it because you’re doing all the writing there on the tablet...”
“You are attempting to bribe me.” The scribe made a note.
Moira growled in irritation. “I was attempting to be nice, but OK, if you don’t want the pen.” She started to put it away, but the scribe snatched it out of her hand.
“I should probably keep it for evidence,” he said, looking guiltily around the room.
“Definitely,” said Moira.
“My pen does have magic ink,” he said. “I don’t have to dip it for an entire day.”
“Really?” asked Moira peering at the quill. “That’s cool.”
“It’s room temperature,” he said.
