The next problem offered Lucavion very little mercy.
He read through the structure once, then again, waiting for some familiar relationship to emerge from the runes and branching lines. Nothing useful came. The Academy expected him to recognize two functions whose names carried meaning only if someone had already been taught what they did, and neither geometry nor an old physics lesson from the years when he had been Bruce could manufacture that information from an empty space.
Lucavion rested the quill against his fingers.
'So this one is knowledge.'
That was becoming easier to recognize.
