Anyone entering Thorn’s room would notice his desk, piled high with books and papers. All else became secondary to this temple of learning. There were plenty of textbooks from both tutors and classes at Prime, but there were also books on poetry, on science, astronomy and hedgehog care and an odd assortment of other subjects. The bookshelf held fewer volumes than did the desk.
Learning had shaped and changed him, in ways he was too busy to notice. The masks fell away as he grew and learned, absorbed in the ritual of his studies.