Chapter 313: Getting to a Nunnery
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Chapter 313: Getting to a Nunnery
Getting to a Nunnery
While doing chores in the apothecary and the workshop on Solday morning, Martel felt a tinge of anticipation that slowly grew to excitement. While he figured the party tonight would be different from last – he was not sure what exactly a ritual celebration entailed – spending the evening with Ruby felt promising. And since he still had the afternoon off to practise his Sindhian magic, he did not feel bad about being gone tonight. Especially as doing this task would pay for a lot of herbs and other ingredients, not to mention glass bottles.
At lunch, Maximilian hunted him down just as he was leaving the dining hall. "If I remember, you have no classes on Solday, correct?"
"Yeah, that's true." Martel had a feeling he was about to disappoint his friend.
"Excellent. I suggest we spend the evening in debauchery."
"I can't. I got plans already."
The mageknight gave him a suspicious look. "Not dusty tomes and monotonous spellwork, I trust?"
"No, I'm meeting someone." As much as Martel trusted Maximilian, he had no wish to explain the nature of his engagement, or why he needed money. Born to wealth, his friend would never understand.
"Ah, but you are a cad, Nordmark! That must be why we get along so well. Tell me at least you will make an appearance tomorrow in the Chamber of Earth! I know many are eager to watch your next exploits."
It seemed a waste of time, but Martel did not wish to hand out two rejections in a row. "Sure, if I got time, I'll be there." He made his escape before Maximillian could pressure him further.
***
Wearing his fine clothes, with his cloak wrapped around him to hide said fact lest anyone at the Lyceum wondered at his plans, Martel began his walk towards the bridge district. He carried his shoes in his arms, protecting them from the sludge of snow and general wear of the cobblestones. A light snowfall threatened to make it worse and also weigh his cloak down, so he used his magic to push the wind away from him, granting him a bit of a reprieve from the elements.
"Alright. Sounds simple enough." Perhaps if it did not drag out, he could spend some time with her back at the Pearl.
Ruby took out two small objects and handed one over to him. "Your invitation. Just hand this over at the entrance."
Martel summoned a tiny flame to provide some light. He looked at a round token, twice the size of a coin. It felt like metal, perhaps iron. On one side, the sun was depicted; on the other, the bust of a hooded woman. "What should I say if someone talks to me in there?"
"No need to hide who you are. Nothing wrong with a mage attending a celebration. Though you should avoid mentioning me or why you are there. It might ruffle some feathers."
"Understood."
***
The carriage stopped in a small yard nearby. Ruby led Martel through a few winding alleys before they reached a large street. In the distance, Martel thought he saw the spires of the Basilica, though the darkness made it difficult. They continued a little while until reaching a compound with great walls, looking as much a castle as a place for nuns. Yet the main gate stood open, and they stepped right through. Beyond, they found themselves in a garden with a handful of other people; some looked like guests as well, given their expensive garb, while the rest were members of the clergy.
Some of the guests loitered around, talking to each other; others walked inside, one by one, passing through the main doors to enter the compound itself. Ruby nudged Martel in that direction. "I'll follow shortly after," she told him quietly before separating.
Approaching, Martel smoothened his doublet and tried to look, if not noble, at least wealthy enough to belong. Holding out his sun token, he passed through the doors.
He noticed several things in rapid succession. Inside, the hall looked austere; stonework without the decorations or ornaments that any palace would be filled with.
On either side of the entrance stood tall women wearing yellow robes, though not of the typical kind for women; these were shorter, more practical, allowing for better movement. Furthermore, they carried staves, much like the city guard did.
Lastly, a great symbol carved into the ground lit up as he stepped onto it. Looking down, Martel recognised it as the Tyrian rune that revealed magic.
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Chapter 313: Getting to a Nunnery
Getting to a Nunnery
While doing chores in the apothecary and the workshop on Solday morning, Martel felt a tinge of anticipation that slowly grew to excitement. While he figured the party tonight would be different from last – he was not sure what exactly a ritual celebration entailed – spending the evening with Ruby felt promising. And since he still had the afternoon off to practise his Sindhian magic, he did not feel bad about being gone tonight. Especially as doing this task would pay for a lot of herbs and other ingredients, not to mention glass bottles.
At lunch, Maximilian hunted him down just as he was leaving the dining hall. "If I remember, you have no classes on Solday, correct?"
"Yeah, that's true." Martel had a feeling he was about to disappoint his friend.
"Excellent. I suggest we spend the evening in debauchery."
"I can't. I got plans already."
The mageknight gave him a suspicious look. "Not dusty tomes and monotonous spellwork, I trust?"
"No, I'm meeting someone." As much as Martel trusted Maximilian, he had no wish to explain the nature of his engagement, or why he needed money. Born to wealth, his friend would never understand.
"Ah, but you are a cad, Nordmark! That must be why we get along so well. Tell me at least you will make an appearance tomorrow in the Chamber of Earth! I know many are eager to watch your next exploits."
It seemed a waste of time, but Martel did not wish to hand out two rejections in a row. "Sure, if I got time, I'll be there." He made his escape before Maximillian could pressure him further.
***
Wearing his fine clothes, with his cloak wrapped around him to hide said fact lest anyone at the Lyceum wondered at his plans, Martel began his walk towards the bridge district. He carried his shoes in his arms, protecting them from the sludge of snow and general wear of the cobblestones. A light snowfall threatened to make it worse and also weigh his cloak down, so he used his magic to push the wind away from him, granting him a bit of a reprieve from the elements.
"Alright. Sounds simple enough." Perhaps if it did not drag out, he could spend some time with her back at the Pearl.
Ruby took out two small objects and handed one over to him. "Your invitation. Just hand this over at the entrance."
Martel summoned a tiny flame to provide some light. He looked at a round token, twice the size of a coin. It felt like metal, perhaps iron. On one side, the sun was depicted; on the other, the bust of a hooded woman. "What should I say if someone talks to me in there?"
"No need to hide who you are. Nothing wrong with a mage attending a celebration. Though you should avoid mentioning me or why you are there. It might ruffle some feathers."
"Understood."
***
The carriage stopped in a small yard nearby. Ruby led Martel through a few winding alleys before they reached a large street. In the distance, Martel thought he saw the spires of the Basilica, though the darkness made it difficult. They continued a little while until reaching a compound with great walls, looking as much a castle as a place for nuns. Yet the main gate stood open, and they stepped right through. Beyond, they found themselves in a garden with a handful of other people; some looked like guests as well, given their expensive garb, while the rest were members of the clergy.
Some of the guests loitered around, talking to each other; others walked inside, one by one, passing through the main doors to enter the compound itself. Ruby nudged Martel in that direction. "I'll follow shortly after," she told him quietly before separating.
Approaching, Martel smoothened his doublet and tried to look, if not noble, at least wealthy enough to belong. Holding out his sun token, he passed through the doors.
He noticed several things in rapid succession. Inside, the hall looked austere; stonework without the decorations or ornaments that any palace would be filled with.
On either side of the entrance stood tall women wearing yellow robes, though not of the typical kind for women; these were shorter, more practical, allowing for better movement. Furthermore, they carried staves, much like the city guard did.
Lastly, a great symbol carved into the ground lit up as he stepped onto it. Looking down, Martel recognised it as the Tyrian rune that revealed magic.
Chapter 313: Getting to a NunneryGetting to a NunneryWhile doing chores in the apothecary and the workshop on Solday morning, Martel felt a tinge of anticipation that slowly grew to excitement. While he figured the party tonight would be different from last he was not sure what exactly a ritual celebration entailed spending the evening with Ruby felt promising. And since he still had the afternoon off to practise his Sindhian magic, he did not feel bad about being gone tonight. Especially as doing this task would pay for a lot of herbs and other ingredients, not to mention glass bottles.At lunch, Maximilian hunted him down just as he was leaving the dining hall. "If I remember, you have no classes on Solday, correct?""Yeah, that's true." Martel had a feeling he was about to disappoint his friend."Excellent. I suggest we spend the evening in debauchery.""I can't. I got plans already."The mageknight gave him a suspicious look. "Not dusty tomes and monotonous spellwork, I trust?""No, I'm meeting someone." As much as Martel trusted Maximilian, he had no wish to explain the nature of his engagement, or why he needed money. Born to wealth, his friend would never understand."Ah, but you are a cad, Nordmark! That must be why we get along so well. Tell me at least you will make an appearance tomorrow in the Chamber of Earth! I know many are eager to watch your next exploits."It seemed a waste of time, but Martel did not wish to hand out two rejections in a row. "Sure, if I got time, I'll be there." He made his escape before Maximillian could pressure him further.***Wearing his fine clothes, with his cloak wrapped around him to hide said fact lest anyone at the Lyceum wondered at his plans, Martel began his walk towards the bridge district. He carried his shoes in his arms, protecting them from the sludge of snow and general wear of the cobblestones. A light snowfall threatened to make it worse and also weigh his cloak down, so he used his magic to push the wind away from him, granting him a bit of a reprieve from the elements."Alright. Sounds simple enough." Perhaps if it did not drag out, he could spend some time with her back at the Pearl.Ruby took out two small objects and handed one over to him. "Your invitation. Just hand this over at the entrance."Martel summoned a tiny flame to provide some light. He looked at a round token, twice the size of a coin. It felt like metal, perhaps iron. On one side, the sun was depicted; on the other, the bust of a hooded woman. "What should I say if someone talks to me in there?""No need to hide who you are. Nothing wrong with a mage attending a celebration. Though you should avoid mentioning me or why you are there. It might ruffle some feathers.""Understood."***The carriage stopped in a small yard nearby. Ruby led Martel through a few winding alleys before they reached a large street. In the distance, Martel thought he saw the spires of the Basilica, though the darkness made it difficult. They continued a little while until reaching a compound with great walls, looking as much a castle as a place for nuns. Yet the main gate stood open, and they stepped right through. Beyond, they found themselves in a garden with a handful of other people; some looked like guests as well, given their expensive garb, while the rest were members of the clergy.Some of the guests loitered around, talking to each other; others walked inside, one by one, passing through the main doors to enter the compound itself. Ruby nudged Martel in that direction. "I'll follow shortly after," she told him quietly before separating.Approaching, Martel smoothened his doublet and tried to look, if not noble, at least wealthy enough to belong. Holding out his sun token, he passed through the doors.He noticed several things in rapid succession. Inside, the hall looked austere; stonework without the decorations or ornaments that any palace would be filled with.On either side of the entrance stood tall women wearing yellow robes, though not of the typical kind for women; these were shorter, more practical, allowing for better movement. Furthermore, they carried staves, much like the city guard did.Lastly, a great symbol carved into the ground lit up as he stepped onto it. Looking down, Martel recognised it as the Tyrian rune that revealed magic.
