Eden was in what she assumed was the lowest level library, on her knees and in the dark. She was kneeling at the bottom row of books, many of which were chained to the shelf they were on, able only to be read and not pulled from their moorings. Her digital mind and infrared vision scanned the words and images on the books' pages while she flicked through them, spending no more than five or six seconds on each.
She had been to many rooms and halls, places of banquet as well as solitude and discussion. She had avoided closed doors precariously and had only gone those places that were open to all. There was a deep reverence in the particular movements she made throughout the castle, even in the library as she knelt.