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(Navichet is at the base of the eruption of light; she kneels over the book, holding it to the ground, her helmeted head enveloped in the ongoing explosion. Chendry approaches, with Spondule behind)

CHENDRY: Wh-- what is it?

SPONDULE: (enraged) Some oldwork. I told her--

T: (now standing, nearby) A book from the Reading. It will kill her.

CHENDRY: (frantic, pointing at Navichet) Spondule-- Help her-- (Spondule, angry, turns away) HELP her!