Frauke let out a wild, full-throated cry of rage and slammed into the Library lion with so much force, it sounded like two steam trains colliding. Jess tried to get to his feet and managed it, though everything seemed wavy and blurred. Someone was helping him—Khalila. Thomas rushed to take his other side. No, don’t, Jess tried to say but couldn’t. He couldn’t quite grasp what was happening now. Morgan was crouched in a heap near the doorway, covering her head as the two massive lions battled and tore at each other above her. He saw movement and realized more lions were coming, drawn to the fight.

Thomas and Khalila half carried him toward the door. The battling lions thrashed and roared next to them, bits of metal flying off as claws shredded bronze skin, then a sharp snap as a cable was bitten through, the smell of spraying fluids, a metallic roar that was almost one of pain as one of the lions lurched unevenly, one leg useless.

“Frauke,” Jess said, and the wounded lion turned her head toward him. “Kill.”

Her eyes blazed an intense, bright white, and she roared and threw herself into the fight, a fight she couldn’t possibly win, and he knew he was killing her as well. He felt like a monster.

Thomas pulled him through the doorway, and he lost sight of Frauke just as her jaws closed around the paw of the other lion and yanked; metal ripped, cables shredded, gears scattered. Dark fluids spilled like blood. She’s winning, he thought, but in the next instant, another Library lion, red eyes glowing hellishly bright, landed on Frauke’s back and dug claws in.

The embattled first lion closed its jaws over Frauke’s throat.

Jess looked away, but he couldn’t help but hear the heavy crunch of the bite or the hissing spray of liquids, or the high-pitched metallic shriek that couldn’t have been one of pain, but that was how it sounded to him, like pain, as Frauke died.

Then he was across the threshold and couldn’t see anymore. He heard screaming and panic, and realized that the Serapeum was full of innocent people and more lions were coming.

Wolfe rushed for a control lever by the door and pulled it. The doors began to crank shut, and almost closed before a lion got a paw between them. Metal shrieked and bent. The doors didn’t quite close. They shuddered as a lion’s body hit, and then another.

“Stay out of the way!” Santi shouted to the bystanders. “Get against the walls! Don’t get in the way when they come in. You’re in no danger if you stay out of the way!”

The civilians were already following that wise advice, cowering in corners or near bookcases. The sound of the lions battering at the door, clawing, screaming echoed from the marble walls and floors as Wolfe took the lead, running across the broad, open central hall toward the far end of the Serapeum. The building passed in a blur for Jess, who finally was feeling his body again—not that it was a blessing—and got his feet working to move under his own power. Nothing was broken, at least, though he’d be aching badly tomorrow. He had an impression of a vast, columned hall lined with row upon row of shelves—a whole section of precious originals sealed under glass, available only to authorized Scholars, but open shelves lined with prefilled Blanks, or ones ready to be filled. Podiums held giant, permanently affixed Codex volumes. Roman statues graced alcoves, and for a bad moment he imagined those marble maidens and lads stepping down to grab them, but they were just statues, after all.