Sister Dorothea

There's a book lying here tonight, waiting to be burned. On nights this room goes this quiet, something always disappears.

• Novice Sister ClaraSenior sister, I memorized the third page of that book yesterday.
  Sister DorotheaChild, a thing like that isn't written down here. It's swallowed.
• Old AnselmA book left lying splits along the spine first. It needs stitching, and soon.

There's one more set of footprints in the scriptorium than there was last night. And I've sat here thirty years.

• Brother BrunoSenior sister, your eyebrow's raised so high it shows all the way down the mountain.
  Sister DorotheaWhat raised it was your rumor, you.
• Sister JudithThe scriptorium is a silence zone.
  Sister DorotheaMy hands are moving quietly enough, Judit.