Freya’s head dropped and it almost knocked against the table before she jerked it back up again. “How long this time?” She unclenched her hand and let her pen drop. Her fingers ached. She began massaging her palm.
Vivienne, standing at a bookcase, wrangled with the books in her arms and checked her watch. “Five hours.”
“Five? This is taking forever, and it’s so exhausting. Please, no more.”
“But we’re getting valuable material.”
“Vivienne-I didn’t get to tell you about the mirrors. There’s a room in this tower, and it-”
“Contains mirrors that allow you to see past, future, and possible versions of yourself. Yes, I am aware.”
Freya was stunned. “How?”
“I told you, I’ve explored the Langtorr before,” Vivienne said, flipping open a book.
“How many times?”
“Just once. I didn’t come too far-just down to this room, in fact. I took only the briefest of looks around and heard a noise, which I now know must have been Frithfroth. I got spooked and ran back up the tower. Ecgbryt was there-he was the only one who could keep the doorway open past dusk-”
“What else is here that you haven’t told me about?”
“Let’s keep cracking on, shall we? Come on, these are from the seventeenth century.”
Freya rubbed her eyes. Using the pansensorum was mentally exhausting, but not physically. “Okay, in a second. But, Vivienne-if what you’re not telling me about is important. . you’d have let me know, right?”
“Correct. I believe this is the best way we can help our cause right now. Far more than further exploration of the tower.”
“Okay,” Freya sighed. “Start it up again.”