Trepidation crosses Scipio's face when she snatches away the pages. A fairly sizable stack remains beside him, the fruit of labors, but his fruit and his labor. Not to be taken away, as she is taking away the books.
And: boy?
"No one told me. Well--I was told of the need for the parchment, yes? That such a thing is precious. I left behind the important pages, you may see for yourself," as she gathers up the books into her arms, "but not in those, in those, I have not touched. They aren't all blank, yes? But they are mostly blank! And you know, at the start of each book, there is a blank page, sometimes more. And at the end of a book too. I do not know much of books, but this I do know. Where will you take those?"
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Trepidation crosses Scipio's face when she snatches away the pages. A fairly sizable stack remains beside him, the fruit of labors, but his fruit and his labor. Not to be taken away, as she is taking away the books.
And: boy?
"No one told me. Well--I was told of the need for the parchment, yes? That such a thing is precious. I left behind the important pages, you may see for yourself," as she gathers up the books into her arms, "but not in those, in those, I have not touched. They aren't all blank, yes? But they are mostly blank! And you know, at the start of each book, there is a blank page, sometimes more. And at the end of a book too. I do not know much of books, but this I do know. Where will you take those?"