Caelum's voice cut cleanly through the room.
"I've found something you should read, Young Master."
Trafalgar turned at once. Darian did too.
Caelum was standing near the far side of the chamber with three loose sheets in one hand and a thinner page in the other, one far more worn than the rest. He had already separated them from the surrounding clutter, which by itself said enough. If Caelum had called him over for this, it was not worthless.
Trafalgar crossed the room and took the page first.
The handwriting was different.
Not the denser, colder script used for mixtures, observations, and measurements. This one had more pressure behind it, more unevenness in the strokes, as if the writer had been recording something quickly while it was still fresh in his mind.
"Icarus?" Trafalgar asked.
Caelum inclined his head. "It appears so."
Darian stayed beside them in silence.
Trafalgar began reading.
The first lines were enough to narrow the room around him.
