He was brawny and held himself tall despite his age. His ancient bearded face, framed with stringy white hair to below his shoulders, looked transplanted onto a younger body. He turned his eyes to Bellis.

"Shekel," said Bellis quietly, "would you mind leaving for a few moments?" But Tintinnabulum interrupted her.

"There’s no need for that," he said. His voice seemed very distant: dignified and melancholy. He switched to good, accented Ragamoll. "You’re a New Crobuzoner, aren’t you?" She did not respond, and he nodded gently as if she had. "I’m speaking to all the librarians-particularly those like you, cataloging new acquisitions."

What do you know about me?Bellis thought carefully. What has Johannes told you? Or does he protect me, despite our argument?

"I have here…" Tintinnabulum held out a sheet of paper. "I have here a list of authors whose books we’re most interested in tracing. These are writers of great use to us in our work. We’re requesting your help. We have some works by some of these writers, and we’re eager to find whatever else we can. Others are said to have written specific volumes for which we’re searching. About others we know only rumors. You’ll find three of them have works in the catalog-those books we already know about, but we’re interested in any others.

"It might be that one or other of these names surfaces in the next batch of books that arrives. Or it may be that the library has stocked their work for centuries, and they’re lost on the shelves. We’ve searched the relevant sections carefully-biology, philosophy, thaumaturgy, oceanology-and have found nothing. But we could have made mistakes. We would like you to keep a watch for us, on every new book you take in, on forgotten ones you find behind shelves, any time you catalog unlisted volumes. Two of these, those that aren’t from New Crobuzon, are old."

Bellis took the list and looked at it, expecting it to be very long. But, typed very neatly, in the dead center of the sheet, there were only four names. None of them meant anything to her.

"Those are the core of our list," Tintinnabulum said. "There are others-there’s a much longer version that will be posted at the desks-but those four are the ones we’d ask you to commit to memory, to search for… assiduously."

Marcus Halprin. That was a New Crobuzon name. Angevine was motioning at Shekel surreptitiously as she and Tintinnabulum moved slowly toward the door.

Uhl-Hagd-Shajjer (transliteration),Bellis read, and beside it the original: a set of cursive pictograms she recognized as the lunar calligraphy of Khadoh.

Beneath that was the third name, A. M. Fetchpaw- New Crobuzon again.