Chapter 147: Good Inquisitor, Bad Inquisitor
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Chapter 147: Good Inquisitor, Bad Inquisitor
Good Inquisitor, Bad Inquisitor
While the encounter at the market had shaken Martel a little, it had been brief, and he had no reason to suspect any continuation. He had no further errands outside the school, after all, and he assumed the inquisitors focused their attention on the copper lanes. He spent the next day attending his morning lesson as usual, having more or less forgotten about the short interrogation other than briefly mentioning it to his teacher.
After lunch, in the bell before his second lesson with Master Alastair, Martel retreated to his room to relax and try a few exercises on his own before class. He had barely sat down before a heavy knock could be heard.
Even as he got up, the knocking continued in an insisting manner. He wondered if it might be Maximilian, as he could not imagine who else might seek out in his room. As he finally opened the door, he was taken aback to find the two inquisitors from yesterday staring at him.
"We got some questions for you," barked the shorter one.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Martel remembered the advice given to him after the last time he had been interrogated by inquisitors. "I want Master Alastair present. Or Mistress Juliana."
The blue-clad men moved into his room, forcing Martel back. "No need. We'll talk right here. You don't have something to hide, do you?"
Martel did not, but given the conversation yesterday, he did not trust these men to be swayed by truth alone. But they blocked his only exit from the chamber, and even if he dared to use magic to force his way through, their golden equipment made that impossible. "What do you want to know?" He remained standing, so at least they could not intimidate him by towering over him.
"You can tell us what reason a novice of the Lyceum might have for spending his time in the copper lanes," growled the taller man.
"I help some of the children there," Martel explained. "They cannot afford an apothecary, so I give them herbs and such."
"Again with the herbs. You spend a lot of time around plants, don't you?"
"Well, yes, I work in the apothecary here." Martel was confused. How did apothecary work relate to the hunt for the maleficar?
"Any of these plants dangerous?"
He still felt shaken when the bell rang, summoning him to the Hall of Elements. He usually felt safe within the Lyceum, at least safe from any dangers that might haunt the streets of Morcaster. While the inquisitors had interrogated him before inside the school, this time, they had reached all the way into his own chamber. His sanctum. It felt violated.
Master Alastair greeted him with an absent-minded remark, but when Martel did not respond, the teacher gave him a closer look. "Something the matter?"
"Remember I told you this morning about the inquisitors that questioned me yesterday? At the market," Martel clarified.
"Yes, what about them?"
"They came again, here, at the school. Just now."
His teacher frowned. "You saw them somewhere?"
"No, I mean, they came to my room. To question me. Asking me about herbs, my time in the copper lanes," Martel explained with a twinge of frustration in his voice over the whole ordeal.
"What have you been doing in the copper lanes?"
Although annoyed at being questioned about this again, Martel knew it would be foolish and unfair to antagonise Master Alastair, so he replied as neutrally as he could. "Helping some of the street children. Bringing them herbs and medicine."
"Ah yes. That time you contracted consumption. Well, it is outrageous that inquisitors are hounding you, considering that they should be hunting a maleficar. I will speak with Mistress Juliana to lodge a complaint and demand they change their methods," his teacher promised him.
Mollified, Martel was glad to know that, though he wondered if it would have any effect. The inquisitors did not seem like they cared about any authority other than their own. If they were willing to corner him inside his own room, they clearly did not respect boundaries in general.
"See if you can push it from your mind. Try the exercise with the whirlwind and the motes of flame," Master Alastair told him. "Once you master that, I believe you may be ready for both rain and lightning after."
Martel attempted to do as told, but he had little success practising his magic for the rest of the day.
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Chapter 147: Good Inquisitor, Bad Inquisitor
Good Inquisitor, Bad Inquisitor
While the encounter at the market had shaken Martel a little, it had been brief, and he had no reason to suspect any continuation. He had no further errands outside the school, after all, and he assumed the inquisitors focused their attention on the copper lanes. He spent the next day attending his morning lesson as usual, having more or less forgotten about the short interrogation other than briefly mentioning it to his teacher.
After lunch, in the bell before his second lesson with Master Alastair, Martel retreated to his room to relax and try a few exercises on his own before class. He had barely sat down before a heavy knock could be heard.
Even as he got up, the knocking continued in an insisting manner. He wondered if it might be Maximilian, as he could not imagine who else might seek out in his room. As he finally opened the door, he was taken aback to find the two inquisitors from yesterday staring at him.
"We got some questions for you," barked the shorter one.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Martel remembered the advice given to him after the last time he had been interrogated by inquisitors. "I want Master Alastair present. Or Mistress Juliana."
The blue-clad men moved into his room, forcing Martel back. "No need. We'll talk right here. You don't have something to hide, do you?"
Martel did not, but given the conversation yesterday, he did not trust these men to be swayed by truth alone. But they blocked his only exit from the chamber, and even if he dared to use magic to force his way through, their golden equipment made that impossible. "What do you want to know?" He remained standing, so at least they could not intimidate him by towering over him.
"You can tell us what reason a novice of the Lyceum might have for spending his time in the copper lanes," growled the taller man.
"I help some of the children there," Martel explained. "They cannot afford an apothecary, so I give them herbs and such."
"Again with the herbs. You spend a lot of time around plants, don't you?"
"Well, yes, I work in the apothecary here." Martel was confused. How did apothecary work relate to the hunt for the maleficar?
"Any of these plants dangerous?"
He still felt shaken when the bell rang, summoning him to the Hall of Elements. He usually felt safe within the Lyceum, at least safe from any dangers that might haunt the streets of Morcaster. While the inquisitors had interrogated him before inside the school, this time, they had reached all the way into his own chamber. His sanctum. It felt violated.
Master Alastair greeted him with an absent-minded remark, but when Martel did not respond, the teacher gave him a closer look. "Something the matter?"
"Remember I told you this morning about the inquisitors that questioned me yesterday? At the market," Martel clarified.
"Yes, what about them?"
"They came again, here, at the school. Just now."
His teacher frowned. "You saw them somewhere?"
"No, I mean, they came to my room. To question me. Asking me about herbs, my time in the copper lanes," Martel explained with a twinge of frustration in his voice over the whole ordeal.
"What have you been doing in the copper lanes?"
Although annoyed at being questioned about this again, Martel knew it would be foolish and unfair to antagonise Master Alastair, so he replied as neutrally as he could. "Helping some of the street children. Bringing them herbs and medicine."
"Ah yes. That time you contracted consumption. Well, it is outrageous that inquisitors are hounding you, considering that they should be hunting a maleficar. I will speak with Mistress Juliana to lodge a complaint and demand they change their methods," his teacher promised him.
Mollified, Martel was glad to know that, though he wondered if it would have any effect. The inquisitors did not seem like they cared about any authority other than their own. If they were willing to corner him inside his own room, they clearly did not respect boundaries in general.
"See if you can push it from your mind. Try the exercise with the whirlwind and the motes of flame," Master Alastair told him. "Once you master that, I believe you may be ready for both rain and lightning after."
Martel attempted to do as told, but he had little success practising his magic for the rest of the day.
Chapter 147: Good Inquisitor, Bad InquisitorGood Inquisitor, Bad InquisitorWhile the encounter at the market had shaken Martel a little, it had been brief, and he had no reason to suspect any continuation. He had no further errands outside the school, after all, and he assumed the inquisitors focused their attention on the copper lanes. He spent the next day attending his morning lesson as usual, having more or less forgotten about the short interrogation other than briefly mentioning it to his teacher.After lunch, in the bell before his second lesson with Master Alastair, Martel retreated to his room to relax and try a few exercises on his own before class. He had barely sat down before a heavy knock could be heard.Even as he got up, the knocking continued in an insisting manner. He wondered if it might be Maximilian, as he could not imagine who else might seek out in his room. As he finally opened the door, he was taken aback to find the two inquisitors from yesterday staring at him."We got some questions for you," barked the shorter one.Nvl--1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.Martel remembered the advice given to him after the last time he had been interrogated by inquisitors. "I want Master Alastair present. Or Mistress Juliana."The blue-clad men moved into his room, forcing Martel back. "No need. We'll talk right here. You don't have something to hide, do you?"Martel did not, but given the conversation yesterday, he did not trust these men to be swayed by truth alone. But they blocked his only exit from the chamber, and even if he dared to use magic to force his way through, their golden equipment made that impossible. "What do you want to know?" He remained standing, so at least they could not intimidate him by towering over him."You can tell us what reason a novice of the Lyceum might have for spending his time in the copper lanes," growled the taller man."I help some of the children there," Martel explained. "They cannot afford an apothecary, so I give them herbs and such.""Again with the herbs. You spend a lot of time around plants, don't you?""Well, yes, I work in the apothecary here." Martel was confused. How did apothecary work relate to the hunt for the maleficar?"Any of these plants dangerous?"He still felt shaken when the bell rang, summoning him to the Hall of Elements. He usually felt safe within the Lyceum, at least safe from any dangers that might haunt the streets of Morcaster. While the inquisitors had interrogated him before inside the school, this time, they had reached all the way into his own chamber. His sanctum. It felt violated.Master Alastair greeted him with an absent-minded remark, but when Martel did not respond, the teacher gave him a closer look. "Something the matter?""Remember I told you this morning about the inquisitors that questioned me yesterday? At the market," Martel clarified."Yes, what about them?""They came again, here, at the school. Just now."His teacher frowned. "You saw them somewhere?""No, I mean, they came to my room. To question me. Asking me about herbs, my time in the copper lanes," Martel explained with a twinge of frustration in his voice over the whole ordeal."What have you been doing in the copper lanes?"Although annoyed at being questioned about this again, Martel knew it would be foolish and unfair to antagonise Master Alastair, so he replied as neutrally as he could. "Helping some of the street children. Bringing them herbs and medicine.""Ah yes. That time you contracted consumption. Well, it is outrageous that inquisitors are hounding you, considering that they should be hunting a maleficar. I will speak with Mistress Juliana to lodge a complaint and demand they change their methods," his teacher promised him.Mollified, Martel was glad to know that, though he wondered if it would have any effect. The inquisitors did not seem like they cared about any authority other than their own. If they were willing to corner him inside his own room, they clearly did not respect boundaries in general."See if you can push it from your mind. Try the exercise with the whirlwind and the motes of flame," Master Alastair told him. "Once you master that, I believe you may be ready for both rain and lightning after."Martel attempted to do as told, but he had little success practising his magic for the rest of the day.
