This hallowed tome, hidden more by dust and time than by secret organisation or mystical powers, quivered, despite its weight, in my eager hands. As I opened the brown, cracked cover, the spine moaned in a vain attempt to stay in place, centuries of sediment cascading down its aged surface. I stared with pride at the opening page, hand inked in Latin.
But before I could read the first golden letter, a voice echoed through the dark chambers.
"Who goes there? This is a private library, if you do not make yourself known at once, I will call the guards!"
I sharply snuffed the lamp I brought with me, wildly leaving wax on the magnificent volume's page, and bolted deep into the arched bookshelves from which I had made my entry to the gloom. I was aware that I was trespassing, I was aware that I was in most likely breaching hundreds of laws, but I was not aware, until just moments beforehand, that there were others in this dismal abode of arcane novels and scripts. I pressed my crucifix close to my breast, praying for the Lord to protect me, I was on a Holy crusade in his name to find this, and surely he would save me enough to bring this to light.
No such luck