The Royal Library was located in the Upper Ward, on the first floor.
The joy of a Baroque Library is in its white plaster decorations and delicate carvings in corners, grand trompe l'oeuil designs, as well as the books that fill shelves right up to the ceiling. The newly decorated library had been expanded from its Elizabethan design, incorporating part of the old hall. It looked out over the Horn Court on one side, accessible from the same hallways as the Kings apartment.
Even at night this was a busy place. The many spirits, ghosts and apparitions that an ancient place like Windsor Castle contained by virtue of all that had passed, took particular pleasure in this dome of spiritual wellness, called perhaps by happier memories. The form of the old queen Elisabeth, dressed in black, her stomacher stiff, her collar wide, and her white face wrinkled, was often seen moving about, in particular from the hearth to the old dark wooden table that nobody dared move. It was said many a meeting of the Privy Council had taken place here, rather than in the Queens closet. Another more recent visitation was seen behind the windows of the library, looking out with worry and a great sadness. It was Charles I whose grave was down in the Lower Ward, resting next to Henry VIII and Jane Seymour in st. George's Chapel. Before his untimely demise he had spend some time as prisoner in Windsor Castle.
Finding himself too energetic after the card game, the giant Scotsman had escorted his wife back to their rooms and after joining her in bed, tossed and turned before slipping away. He donned the first few items he laid his hands upon and armed with a few candles, a pair of daggers and the tools of his old trade stole his way through the Castle hallways. He did not skulk in the dark, though guards and courtiers were evaded whenever he had been able to do so, and at last he found himself in the library once more. Something the King told during the tea after the wolf-hunt kept nagging at the back of Adam's mind. I wonder if somebody is playing a prank you, milord. You are aware there are at least two lesser known entrances into the library? he paused at the entrance, hidden in a dark niche and strained his ears to see if the library was abandoned, intent on discovering those two entrances and uncovering the identify of the silent lady who gave unto him the silver dagger.
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