"If it was that easy, your father would have told you himself. This-like any real truth-must be discovered on your own. Honestly, I have no idea what your father might have told you. I do know he felt you were too optimistic, too naive, and Royce is ... well ... not. At our last meeting, I spoke to him of Royce. It was Danbury's idea-his last wish-that if I ever found his wayward son, I should introduce the two of you. I think he felt Royce could provide you with that last piece of the puzzle, the one thing he failed to give you. Consider it one last chicken test if you will, one whose lesson you might not see the virtue of just yet." The professor stroked his beard around the edges of his mouth. "I suspect you have regrets at how you left home. Guilt perhaps. This is your chance to ease that feeling. This is the door your father left open for you. Besides, you don't need to marry Royce-just accept this single assignment." "What assignment?" Hadrian asked. "I need for you to fetch me a book. It's a journal written by a former professor here at the university." "He means he wants us to steal a book." Royce had picked up what looked to be a six-inch incisor from a bear and was rolling it between his hands. "More like borrow without permission," Arcadius expl-ained. "Can't you just ask, especially since you only want to borrow it?" Hadrian said. "I'm afraid that won't be possible. First, it would be heretical to read this book, and second, the owner doesn't lend his things. In fact, the owner has lived his entire life sealed off from the entire world." "Who are we talking about here?" "The head of the Nyphron Church, his supreme holiness, the Patriarch Nilnev." Hadrian laughed. "The Patriarch? The Patriarch?" The old man didn't look amused. "At last count there was still just the one." Hadrian continued to chuckle, shaking his head as he walked in a small circle, stepping carefully to avoid islands of books. "Honestly, did you really have to go that far?" "How do you mean?" "Couldn't you have demanded we steal the moon away from the stars? Why not request I help abduct the daughter of the Lord God Maribor?" "Maribor doesn't have a daughter," Arcadius replied without a hint of humor. "Well, that explains it, then." Royce smiled. "I'm starting to like him." "And I don't trust you ," Hadrian said. Royce nodded approvingly. "That's the smartest thing I've heard you say yet. You might be right, old man. I think I've already been a good influence on him."