I had Munk put me down, and I sat down, examining my foot, while the golem worked to open the book.
The first pages were crammed with text, in characters three inches high that nevertheless through their thickness of stroke appeared to be close and cramped.
Munk flipped past these.
There were astrological diagrams and charts of numbers, which the golem flipped past, drawings of what appeared to be some very unusual mushrooms, which the golem flipped past, something that looked like either a genealogical tree, or a large flowchart, which the golem flipped past—
And then he stopped at the page. The page—if the golem hadn’t led me to it, I would have doubted, but inscribed at the top of the page, in the book’s plain black ink, was the alchemical symbol for the panacea.