Here they are, seated cross-legged on the grass. “Illuminated one,” they cry. “Tell … tell me … tell me everything!”Brannigan Galaxity.A thousand colleges, each with its own history, its own traditions, its own glories to recount…. “… tell me everything,” they cry. He warms at the heat of their voices, feels the excitement of their excitement. Oh, he can teach them things they will never learn from anyone else. And he loves the names they have for him, the girls particularly. “Magister.” “Sweet teacher.” “Lord of my heart and mind.” Who was it had called him that? No matter. There would be others … others. Ah, the feel of that young skin against his own. Ah, the surge of adoration from them to him. Ah, the surge of … of knowledge pouring out of him to them, his body pressed … himself pressed…. That was in the library, the great library, among the books, she and him.Brannigan Galaxity:Libraries sprawling in wandering tunnels of stone across continents of lawn.
