“There is much to be learned from books, it is true.” Lecol deCheval leaned forward. Every eye turned to watch her—like most Prench mares she was slender and leggy. “Yet, it was a dearth of a proper archives in Mareseilles which led me to Canterlot. Even there, I could only learn so much.” She glanced over at Bright Star’s bulging saddlebag. “That book—that very book which we are on our way to deliver—contains more about the anatomy of The Creature than any book in Canterlot contains about a pony. I have seen surgeons graduate with less knowledge of anatomy than what that book presents. And—we have been told that the creature freely gave it to Lyra. Perhaps such books are commonplace in his world. He might have vaster knowledge of his own anatomy than we do of ours. Yet, we are bickering endlessly about going to see him!” She slammed her hoof down on the bench to illustrate her point. “We are ponies of knowledge! If we cannot summon the mountain to ourselves, than we must go to the mountain!”