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           TheLibrarianmaintainedhisgentlebutfirmgripontheboy’shandandledhimalongthemazeofaisles.

           "Isthereabody?"saidCarrot.There’dhavetobe.Worsethanmurder!Abodyinalibrary.Itcouldleadtoanything.

           Theapeeventuallypaddedtoahaltinfrontofashelfnodifferentthan,itseemed,ahundredothers.Someofthebookswerechainedup.Therewasagap.TheLibrarianpointedtoit.

           "Oook."

           "Well,whataboutit?Aholewhereabookshouldbe."

           "Oook."

           "Abookhasbeentaken.Abookhasbeentaken?YousummonedtheWatch,"Carrotdrewhimselfupproudly,"becausesomeone’stakenabook?Youthinkthat’sworsethanmurder?"

           TheLibrariangavehimthekindoflookotherpeoplewouldreserveforpeoplewhosaidthingslike"What’ssobadaboutgenocide?"

           "Thisispracticallyacriminaloffence,wastingWatchtime,"saidCarrot."Whydon’tyoujusttelltheheadwizards,orwhoevertheyare?"

           "Oook."TheLibrarianindicatedwithsomesurprisinglyeconomicalgesturesthatmostwizardswouldnotfindtheirownbottomswithbothhands.

           "Well,Idon’tseewhatwecandoaboutit,"saidCarrot."What’sthebookcalled?"

           TheLibrarianscratchedhishead.Thisonewasgoingtobetricky.HefacedCarrot,puthisleather-glovehandstogether,thenfoldedthemopen.

           "Iknowit’sabook.What’sitsname?"

           TheLibrariansighed,andheldupahand.

           "Fourwords?"saidCarrot."Firstword."Theapepinchedtwowrinkledfingerstogether."Smallword?A.The.