"Well, it certainly would be easier if we had the bloody key," Michael said.
"It certainly would," Robert said, trying to study it. Michael paused, looking at it. He attemped a couple of things but the enchanted locks would not give. He sighed, frustrated.
Khaat opened the jar and took out the new blossom. The enchanted blossom curled around her hand and her wrist. Marcus was ready to rip the thing off her and out of her grasp, but Edward lifted his hand to stop him. Edward merely watched. She cupped the blossom in her hand and it formed a glistening gold and jewel encrusted flower, the petals being of beautiful pink topaz stones. She walked over to the lock Michael was studying. She inserted the flower, upside down, into the lock and turned it. It fit perfectly. The lock opened.
They heard a whooshing sound like a vacuum being released. The gray smoke seeped out of the crate and disappeared. She wanted to open the crate, but Robert held onto her arm.
"Not yet," he said. "Give it a minute. Lets see what happens when the smoke clears."
When it cleared, they could see it was packed tightly, every available space with tiny, miniaturized things.
"Are those..." Michael began, frowning deeply.
"Books," Robert said, "Thousands of books." Then the words came back to him. "The Hall of Immortality. This is a library. Think about it. The only way anyone is truly immortal is by what history remembers of them. The Hall of Immortality was their library. And the books were their most precious possessions. I bet all these crates are filled with hundreds of thousands of books. If that's the case, it will take hundreds of wizards decades and decades to translate and study them all."
"This was designed for a seer to find," Edward said, "but why?"
"I don't know," Robert said, picking up one of the tiny books. "They're hundreds of years old."
"Khaat, would you mind opening the others, please?" Edward asked. She used the jeweled flower and opened the other nine glass crates to reveal they were just as packed with miniaturized books like the first crate.