The Place Where Stars Fell > Mas Lirren, Prime Hireling of the Enlightened Library

In the Shadow

Step forward, step forward! No, leave that, whatever it may be; it seems entirely too ramshackle. The Library will receive you now - please press your right fingers to this, then this, and again, this. It is as the Library directs, and not ours to wonder why. Mas Rell, please take these finger-marks to whence it is that it should be taken this day.

Yes, yes, simply step into the Shadow of the Library, look up and speak clearly. Be mindful of loose rocks on the slope, now, and don't walk into a tree like the last one! No need to shout - the Library is wise and hears every word, for all it is amongst the clouds today.

No time, no time! This is not the Radiant Tree where wishes work as hard as people. We are not Stars to enlist sorcery and the Dead to do our work! Mas Rell? Mas Rell! Show this one the way, and then please examine this new folding cloth roof of yours - it is visibly sagging and rain already falls on the far side of the vale.

Where is the time counter - does she count correctly? I can barely see the far end of the queue, and the Shadow has already moved too far. I fully expect to take finger-marks for another ten before we must move tables and cabinets downslope again. More haste!

[ Posted by Reason on February 25, 2006 | Permanent Link ]

Troublesome Arrivals

Really, this is most vexing. To recapitulate, the Face of the Mountain revealed to you the location of this Enlightened Tome. You traveled to the Changing Gate that faces the vale of the Tree, and there become distracted and, well, whatever it is you are. Such is the fate of those who brave the most Radiant places; just as the Library is Enlightened, so may a man become more than a man. You are certain that you were once a man prior to your present assignation?

No, I must ask these questions - no impertinence is intended. All are welcome in the Shadow of the Library, but all must be done as it is set out before us. Haphazardness in the presence of Radiance is foolhardy. Foolhardy!

Ah, but the categories, the categories. I am commended to my post by the Library, you understand, and all is as the Library wills. These circumstances ... well, normally I would be quick to commend any who guide Enlightened Tomes to join with the Library. There are rewards, as you see, Mas Rell has them well filed and indexed. I cannot pretend to comprehend the value of most, but few leave unsatisfied.

As may be, but I cannot find a category under which to record you. None at all - look here, and there, not a match. You are dripping ink, and the Tome is clearly a portion of you, no more separate than my fingers. Quite aside from your frightening of the queue, the time counter and Mas Enneth, who seems to have fallen past the cabinets and into the marsh, this is all most vexing.

[ Posted by Reason on March 6, 2006 | Permanent Link ]

A Star Crosses the Vale

Such inconvenience, and upon such a warm day! Twice in two summers now, and the far side of the marsh still showing the last visit. In all the Land, why does this Star of the Fallen Tower come to trouble the vale of the Library, hmm? Shaping and shining like a simple-hearted Child of Children - and followed by Hungry Dead who'll tear all to shreds. Of all our petitioners, why has naught seen fit to bring Radiant works to stop a Star from sorcery and the disruption of our work? Why indeed!

My, my, no. No, this will not do. We must leave this, and this, and whose is this sack? Your efforts are outstanding, even yours Mas Enneth, to my pleased astonishment, but there is simply no time! It is best to hope the Star takes the same steps as last summer, and that which we'll leave in the Shadow of the Library remains as we leave it. Look, even the rabbits run here and there, and half towards the marsh, now. Perhaps the Hungry Dead will destroy those ugly pillars of glass; perhaps the Star will not tear up the new saplings to build a great Radiant work.

Mas Rell, this is not the time for more of your Radiant foolery, and certainly not the time for this wheeled device again. It has never worked and shows all the signs of dramatic failure even while at rest. To think you took fine wood for such a thing in favor over another cabinet! Leave it with those similarly dubious materials abandoned by the queue in their haste to depart. Such efforts they undertake to bring us supposed Enlightenment, and how quick to abandon these contrivances in the face of adversity! It is not my place to judge the queue, but it is my place to judge your service to the Library, Mas Rell.

Come along! We must be up and over the hill posthaste with all of the most vital appurtenances; the Library requires it, and I am but here to speak the Library's will. Remember that whilst you labor beneath my grand table and shade, Mas Temra - more haste, more haste!

This is merely a greater, albeit steeper, occurance of our daily movement across the vale to follow the Shadow of the Library. Cease your complaints, and set to a more steadfast service, do you hear? There will be many eager to take your place as hireling to the Library when the queue returns! See how low the Library comes above to watch your labor!

[ Posted by Reason on September 9, 2006 | Permanent Link ]

A Proposal in the Manner of Dress

Mas Temra, please rouse the glowflies. They laze in the early dark, and I will need more light if I am to comprehend this lastest innovation. Not so hard! If this last glowfly cask is broken also, I will send the one who breaks as far and wide as needed to find another.

Now, Mas Rell, this business of your clothing and its quite unusual appearance this night. You have explained, and I must say that I quite fail to grasp the significance. We are all to dress the same, you say? It seems very impractical ... are those folded leaves, and is that the missing frayment from my folding shade? No, the light of glowflies is quite sufficient. I do not see this matter any improved by transportation to the fire whence the queue reposes.

Of course I understand the need for we hirelings to show our position; we have been chosen by the Enlightened Library for our dedication and perspicaciousness in the face of all that might come from the Radiant places. This is precisely why I agreed with your nomenclature of two winters past. We all bear the additional name of Mas exactly to demonstrate this point - that we are hirelings, and all should know.

My manner of speech is, as you well know, a gift of the Library - and therefore utterly appropriate to my position. Furthermore, I fail to see how it has any bearing on this matter; my countenance is hardly to be placed in the same category as any uttered contrivance brought on by Radiance. Why, if all were one and the same, what would be the need for hirelings to ajudge and organize the queued petitioners who will await their turn in the Shadow when the sun rises?

I cannot see it. The hireling name, yes, and twice yes. This uniform ornamentation of clothing to no good end, no. No, Mas Rell, you have made your case. Were you prime hireling, appointed by the Library itself I might add, matters would no doubt be different. As it is, you must accept your lot - perhaps, as before, those waiting petitioners might prove more receptive to this innovation of yours.

[ Posted by Reason on September 10, 2006 | Permanent Link ]