24
Honi leaned back in his chair and stretched to uncoil the stiff muscles in his back. He interlinked his fingers and turned his palms toward the ceiling, enjoying his shoulder joints popping. His stomach growled. When was the last time he’d eaten? He’d quickly grabbed a sausage in a bun with a bit of mustard some time ago. After wiping his greasy fingers on a paper napkin, he’d rushed back inside the library.
That was hours ago. He’d come across the mention of a possibly pre-Celtic well in the forest of Heiligenberg. Reading the few lines of reference in yet another bawdy love song had raised the same goosebumps on his skin as finding the pale woman in Geltar’s illustrated panel.
He’d tried to research online, but typing in “hole in Heidelberg forest” yielded some very odd results, so
