I’m a librarian, and I know things. Or at least, I know how to find out how to know things.
It is often said that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. The corollary is that knowing enough to be safe is difficult, and more so because while on the path to safety, you spend most of your time in danger from the little you know.
I’ve been answering questions for both George and Michel for years. It was only recently that I realized that George was Michel’s landlord, and that neither had a clue about the other’s nature. I’ve left them ignorant of those details since I figured it out, since it seemed they were both safer not knowing. Naturally, they’ve both been completely about my nature as well. After all, I am just a librarian.
You might have thought that being available to answer questions over the past several centuries might have been a clue. Nope. Not for those two.
But times are changing, and it seems likely that not knowing is going to be a whole lot more dangerous than it has been. So I am going to have to step up and spill some beans. Luckily, I know where they live. Actually, that was pretty easy. I am a librarian, and they both have cards at my library. And overdue books.
So today I will beard the lion in its den. Which may be too apt a metaphor given George’s habit of letting the lions run his household. Still, while I know the lions aren’t actually tame, they are also not entirely what they appear and actually do run his household and hardly ever maul the UPS guy.
I know its time. The owl has been a regular visitor. The King has been seen on the docks. I’ve heard rumors from the aquarium staff that the octopus has been restless. And if the owl is around, then Athena is too in some guise or another. I am a little surprised she hasn’t already come to me herself, but it is possible she still bears a grudge from our last encounter. She also has overdue books.
So today I will go knock on George’s door.