The Librarian Rules – Part 2: Overdue

It was a discipline of whispers and silences, and it was extraordinarily gentle and utterly merciless. She made him read until his voice shook. She made him stand with his hands behind him while she shelved a trolley of books and ignored him. She made him copy out the rules of the reading room, a hundred lines in a careful hand, while she watched from the rolltop desk with her chin on her hand. She corrected him with a cool finger under his chin, a pencil tap on the wrist, a quiet no that carried across the dome like a bell.

Every time the clock struck the half hour, she raised the lamp. "Do you wish to continue?" "Yes, Miss Hale." "Say it clearly." "I do. Thank you."

By ten o'clock he was spent and floating, the exhausted calm of a man whose every decision had been taken away for hours.

"Overdue," said Miriam, softly.

It was her word. She put down the pencil, took off the glasses and the long gown, and was suddenly Miriam, in a faded jumper, warm and a little pink. She came round the desk and sat on the floor beside his chair, and he slid down to join her. She put an arm round him.

"How are you?"

"Silent," said Daniel, and laughed. "For once in my life."

"You were marvellous." She kissed his forehead. "Tea?"

"Please."

She poured it from a flask she had hidden in the bottom drawer. They sat in the lamplight among the great dark shelves, sipping, shoulders touching.

"Next week?" said Daniel.

"I have a new fine schedule," said Miriam. "It is considerably stricter."

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