THE OUTLAND

53

“And you, by any chance, don’t know Aunt Saga?” I asked.

— Sagu? And, you, probably, are talking about the rector of the faculty of martial arts, Saggitaria Lame? Why do you need her?

Hmm, I wanted to joke, it's called.

“Ask something if I can’t find it from you.”

I'm sure you'll find it! So, magic, witchcraft and their church versions. You in the historical department. Wait here, I'll send the librarian.

- And you?

“No, no, I don’t claim to be a scholar in any way. Uncle Cornus is just making sure the librarians have something to eat a little. One moment.

Kornus, to which the definition of "swindler" was too sticky, disappeared as if it did not exist at all, and I was left alone in a small room with bare walls, the only decoration of which were painted frescoes. One of them caught my attention and I moved closer. Not badly drawn, it was more like a battle canvas than a religious plot - on it a huge savage, armed with a club, heartily beat a kind of Thomas on the head. True, unlike th