Chapter 579: Head Above Water
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Chapter 579: Head Above Water
Head Above Water
Unwilling to cross the entire city on foot with all their luggage, Martel and Eleanor hired a cart and a driver. They placed their belongings and themselves in the back and began the journey northeast towards the noble quarter. Dressed in his red robes with flaming embroidery, not to mention the ruby-tipped staff in his hand, Martel looked the very image of a wizard, and as they drove through the streets, the sight of a mage in the back of a cart drew plenty of stares. But only until he had passed them by; there was always something stranger coming right around the corner in Morcaster.
The path took them across the square in front of the Lyceum, and Martel felt all sorts of emotions seeing the castle, enough to overwhelm him. His time with the legion had most days been so exhausting, he had barely had time or energy to think about his former school. Now, as the wagon rumbled past its gates and towers, he realised how much he missed it. Even if so many of his days have been spent alone; he had still made two friends, one of whom had been by his side ever since, he had been blessed with such mentors as Master Alastair or Mistress Rana, and he had met kindness shown by the likes of Master Jerome.
As they drove through the gate to enter the courtyard of the mansion belonging to House Fontaine, Martel briefly reflected on the stark contrast with the walled encampment outside of Esmouth. Their driver seemed uncomfortable, perhaps feeling out of place; as soon as he had received his pay, he drove off swiftly. Grabbing their belongings, Martel and Eleanor trudged up to the front doors and knocked.
"Lady Eleanor!" exclaimed the servant who opened.
"Inform my parents of our arrival, if you please."
The servant ran off, and the two mages stepped inside. Martel felt self-conscious allowing his worn travel chest to touch the marble floor, and they spent a brief while in silence until they heard footsteps resounding through the open space. From atop the great staircase leading to the upper floor, a girl some years younger than Eleanor appeared, and she hurried down to jump into her sister's arms.
"You are home!"
Eleanor squeezed the girl before pulling back. "Genevieve, you remember my friend, Martel."
The girl gave him an embarrassed smile, and he bowed his head. While he had seen her on a few occasions, she had been unconscious, and he doubted she would have recognised him without Eleanor's introduction. She probably had no idea who he was.
After a while Martel had lost track of time somebody else entered the bath. Looking up, Martel found himself staring at his host. Undressed, the legate stepped down into the pool and leaned against the edge on the side opposite of Martel. "Tell me, Sir Martel. I hear there has been fighting surrounding the outpost built by the Tenth."
"Some." While the man was a legate, his responsibilities did not extend to the Tenth Legion, and Martel was unsure how much he should reveal. "The Khivans tested our defences and found them capable to the task."
"My daughter wrote to me that they used cannons, which suggests a rather serious effort to regain control of the area."
"True, they did. And they failed."
The legate leaned his head back into the water, closing his eyes. "What of Eleanor? How is her performance?"
"She is the strongest mageknight in the legion. Nobody works harder than her."
"I'm not interested in empty flattery, Sir Martel."
"Nor do I offer any. The other mageknights, they spend their time training soldiers. In our first year, I daresay Eleanor has done more fighting than any of them throughout their entire service in the legion. Age is irrelevant when she has nonetheless gathered more experience than them," Martel argued.
"Good to hear." In the silence that followed, Martel wondered if he should speak, or simply take his leave rather than risk further conversation. Before he could decide, the legate spoke again, still with his eyes closed and head tilted back to touch the water. "If something happens to my daughter, I will hold you personally responsible."
Martel could not blame him for that. "So will I."
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Chapter 579: Head Above Water
Head Above Water
Unwilling to cross the entire city on foot with all their luggage, Martel and Eleanor hired a cart and a driver. They placed their belongings and themselves in the back and began the journey northeast towards the noble quarter. Dressed in his red robes with flaming embroidery, not to mention the ruby-tipped staff in his hand, Martel looked the very image of a wizard, and as they drove through the streets, the sight of a mage in the back of a cart drew plenty of stares. But only until he had passed them by; there was always something stranger coming right around the corner in Morcaster.
The path took them across the square in front of the Lyceum, and Martel felt all sorts of emotions seeing the castle, enough to overwhelm him. His time with the legion had most days been so exhausting, he had barely had time or energy to think about his former school. Now, as the wagon rumbled past its gates and towers, he realised how much he missed it. Even if so many of his days have been spent alone; he had still made two friends, one of whom had been by his side ever since, he had been blessed with such mentors as Master Alastair or Mistress Rana, and he had met kindness shown by the likes of Master Jerome.
As they drove through the gate to enter the courtyard of the mansion belonging to House Fontaine, Martel briefly reflected on the stark contrast with the walled encampment outside of Esmouth. Their driver seemed uncomfortable, perhaps feeling out of place; as soon as he had received his pay, he drove off swiftly. Grabbing their belongings, Martel and Eleanor trudged up to the front doors and knocked.
"Lady Eleanor!" exclaimed the servant who opened.
"Inform my parents of our arrival, if you please."
The servant ran off, and the two mages stepped inside. Martel felt self-conscious allowing his worn travel chest to touch the marble floor, and they spent a brief while in silence until they heard footsteps resounding through the open space. From atop the great staircase leading to the upper floor, a girl some years younger than Eleanor appeared, and she hurried down to jump into her sister's arms.
"You are home!"
Eleanor squeezed the girl before pulling back. "Genevieve, you remember my friend, Martel."
The girl gave him an embarrassed smile, and he bowed his head. While he had seen her on a few occasions, she had been unconscious, and he doubted she would have recognised him without Eleanor's introduction. She probably had no idea who he was.
After a while Martel had lost track of time somebody else entered the bath. Looking up, Martel found himself staring at his host. Undressed, the legate stepped down into the pool and leaned against the edge on the side opposite of Martel. "Tell me, Sir Martel. I hear there has been fighting surrounding the outpost built by the Tenth."
"Some." While the man was a legate, his responsibilities did not extend to the Tenth Legion, and Martel was unsure how much he should reveal. "The Khivans tested our defences and found them capable to the task."
"My daughter wrote to me that they used cannons, which suggests a rather serious effort to regain control of the area."
"True, they did. And they failed."
The legate leaned his head back into the water, closing his eyes. "What of Eleanor? How is her performance?"
"She is the strongest mageknight in the legion. Nobody works harder than her."
"I'm not interested in empty flattery, Sir Martel."
"Nor do I offer any. The other mageknights, they spend their time training soldiers. In our first year, I daresay Eleanor has done more fighting than any of them throughout their entire service in the legion. Age is irrelevant when she has nonetheless gathered more experience than them," Martel argued.
"Good to hear." In the silence that followed, Martel wondered if he should speak, or simply take his leave rather than risk further conversation. Before he could decide, the legate spoke again, still with his eyes closed and head tilted back to touch the water. "If something happens to my daughter, I will hold you personally responsible."
Martel could not blame him for that. "So will I."
Chapter 579: Head Above WaterHead Above WaterUnwilling to cross the entire city on foot with all their luggage, Martel and Eleanor hired a cart and a driver. They placed their belongings and themselves in the back and began the journey northeast towards the noble quarter. Dressed in his red robes with flaming embroidery, not to mention the ruby-tipped staff in his hand, Martel looked the very image of a wizard, and as they drove through the streets, the sight of a mage in the back of a cart drew plenty of stares. But only until he had passed them by; there was always something stranger coming right around the corner in Morcaster.The path took them across the square in front of the Lyceum, and Martel felt all sorts of emotions seeing the castle, enough to overwhelm him. His time with the legion had most days been so exhausting, he had barely had time or energy to think about his former school. Now, as the wagon rumbled past its gates and towers, he realised how much he missed it. Even if so many of his days have been spent alone; he had still made two friends, one of whom had been by his side ever since, he had been blessed with such mentors as Master Alastair or Mistress Rana, and he had met kindness shown by the likes of Master Jerome.As they drove through the gate to enter the courtyard of the mansion belonging to House Fontaine, Martel briefly reflected on the stark contrast with the walled encampment outside of Esmouth. Their driver seemed uncomfortable, perhaps feeling out of place; as soon as he had received his pay, he drove off swiftly. Grabbing their belongings, Martel and Eleanor trudged up to the front doors and knocked."Lady Eleanor!" exclaimed the servant who opened."Inform my parents of our arrival, if you please."The servant ran off, and the two mages stepped inside. Martel felt self-conscious allowing his worn travel chest to touch the marble floor, and they spent a brief while in silence until they heard footsteps resounding through the open space. From atop the great staircase leading to the upper floor, a girl some years younger than Eleanor appeared, and she hurried down to jump into her sister's arms."You are home!"Eleanor squeezed the girl before pulling back. "Genevieve, you remember my friend, Martel."The girl gave him an embarrassed smile, and he bowed his head. While he had seen her on a few occasions, she had been unconscious, and he doubted she would have recognised him without Eleanor's introduction. She probably had no idea who he was.After a while Martel had lost track of time somebody else entered the bath. Looking up, Martel found himself staring at his host. Undressed, the legate stepped down into the pool and leaned against the edge on the side opposite of Martel. "Tell me, Sir Martel. I hear there has been fighting surrounding the outpost built by the Tenth.""Some." While the man was a legate, his responsibilities did not extend to the Tenth Legion, and Martel was unsure how much he should reveal. "The Khivans tested our defences and found them capable to the task.""My daughter wrote to me that they used cannons, which suggests a rather serious effort to regain control of the area.""True, they did. And they failed."The legate leaned his head back into the water, closing his eyes. "What of Eleanor? How is her performance?""She is the strongest mageknight in the legion. Nobody works harder than her.""I'm not interested in empty flattery, Sir Martel.""Nor do I offer any. The other mageknights, they spend their time training soldiers. In our first year, I daresay Eleanor has done more fighting than any of them throughout their entire service in the legion. Age is irrelevant when she has nonetheless gathered more experience than them," Martel argued."Good to hear." In the silence that followed, Martel wondered if he should speak, or simply take his leave rather than risk further conversation. Before he could decide, the legate spoke again, still with his eyes closed and head tilted back to touch the water. "If something happens to my daughter, I will hold you personally responsible."Martel could not blame him for that. "So will I."
