Ragnar and Circe gradually skimmed through the endless documents spread across the tables and floor of the vast library, texts Ragnar suspected might hold a clue to the strange occurrences that had been plaguing Circe.
It had been five days since she woke from her unconscious state, five days of restless questions and unease, and yet they had not even come close to examining a quarter of the material before them. That was how immense Ragnar's personal library was, shelves rising high toward the vaulted ceiling, crammed with centuries' worth of knowledge, histories, and lore.
And still, they had found nothing.
Not a single passage that pointed them in the right direction. Not a single account that was similar to Circe's dreams, her sudden ability of healing quickly, or the strange pull she felt toward the woman who haunted her sleep.
The woman in her dreams had yet to summon her again. For now, they were as clueless as they had been on the very first day of their search.
