"Alright. We can set up another library group once everyone's had a look."

"Sure. Angerona and I have mapped out the library pretty well, so let us know if you're looking for anything here in particular."

Places to find a name for the Body. "Will do."

Any other business for now?

She can't really think of much. 

Then they can break up into independent study groups for now, how about.

Works for her. 

Books time!

Books!

She focuses on the little out of the way nooks - in part looking for somewhere peaceful to read (Gideon has never stopped being a little library gremlin), and when monkeying on top of some nice sturdy shelves in a barely visible out of the way little culdesac of books - she finds a gap in the wall behind one. 

It's a loft of sorts - elevated above floor level, its surface covered in tattered cushions. There's a few books - well worn - in a little corner. 

One draws her eye more than the others. Its corners are worn like it's been not just handled but put into and taken out of a thousand bags, heavier at the base. The spine has a few creases. And the thing she likes best - the cover is a nice shiny black, with an unassuming white (now yellowing like bone) for the lettering. It has a white raven on a little table on the cover, and in big letters THE COMPLETE POEMS OF EDGAR ALLEN POE with nice pretty curliques.

She cracks it open, and on the first page in an excruciatingly neat - and hard to read - cursive, is:

Lily ■■■■■■■■■

~&~

My Annabel Lee ♡

She slips the book into her own bag, then slips back out to let Ellyn know she thinks she's found enough for today. 

Time for bed?

Yeah - though Gideon has some reading to do first. 

Conveniently, there's a sitting room off the bedroom, with a view out a window - and nighttime on the First is still fairly... Well, nice, actually, which makes it a perfect place and time to curl up with a blanket and a book and read by moonlight. 

There's a lot of entries on the table of contents with little hearts drawn beside them - Gideon's eyes catch quickly on one of them, an entry titled Annabel Lee.

...It's a sad poem, she decides. (Perhaps appropriate for a frozen corpse in a tomb surrounded by water, but - )

(The Body is so much more than her death - Gideon wants her to be so much more than dead and frozen.)

She keeps reading, but not before pulling out a small pad of flimsy and a stub of a pencil from her pocket. 

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore.

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

 Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

 Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

But were stopped by the door of a tomb—

 By the door of a legended tomb;

 And I said—"What is written, sweet sister,

 On the door of this legended tomb?"

 She replied—"Ulalume—Ulalume—

 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"

And on - 

Ulalume - Lenore - Nevermore - Helen - Porphyrogene - Annabel

And then - Irene - 

I pray to God that she may lie

 For ever with unopened eye,

She lowers the book, mutters "Holy shit, that's the Ninth's prayer," slips a piece of flimsy in as a bookmark because she's had way too much going on today to deal with this. 

...She sighs and looks at her list. 

"...These are all really depressing."

She opens the book again - and for the first time, starts paging towards poems not highlighted with a heart. Seeks out the unread pages, the ones without a thousand tiny creases from long use. There's a lot, but - 

A voice came from the threshold stone

 Of one whom I had earlier known—

 O, I defy thee, Hell, to show

 On beds of fire that burn below,

 An humbler heart—a deeper woe.

"Tamerlane," she says out loud - not the (somewhat creepy, possibly cursed) beloved (and ruled) woman of the poem - but the narrator, the ruler, the sovereign perhaps brought low by love. 

She raises her head properly and looks around, searching for the Body. 

Has she checked

over her shoulder?

She grins up at the Body, then reads the poem out loud - doing her best dramatic reading voice, which isn't very good, and her voice breaks at certain parts, but hopefully it's the thought that counts - then asks, almost shyly: "Do you like it? The name Tamerlane?"

The Body says