"Good." Lance stepped further into the room and beckoned at the boy to come closer. The area around the door was broad, with a big rug to cover the stone floor; the bookshelves only started a little way in.

"There are work-desks over there." Lance nodded toward the windowed-wall. "And on the other side, reading chairs. No computers; it's too hard to get the wiring this far. Some people bring in their handhelds, though."

They stopped at the nearest aisle so Sefton could peer down it. "None of the aisles are marked," Lance admitted, "since most people who come here already know where everything is. What are you interested in?"