Still gibberish. She slumped. But then she remembered the old manuscripts—sometimes the inscription was meant to be read in a spiral, or with a key. But there was no key.
Her eyes snapped open. Those were names. Old names. Tenzayil — the Watcher of Thresholds. Aghenit — the Sorrowful Star. Alawed — the Unweeping. Lelemut — the Mouth of Night. Ubed — the Lost Servant. tnzyl aghnyt alwd llmwt wbd
She worked quickly, heart pounding. The candle flickered. Still gibberish