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305. Failing Walls

Martel felt a tinge of nervousness entering the arena for his second lesson. Being the only one threatened by detention, should they lose against the mageknights, the other fire acolytes had much l...

304. Flaming Wagers

Martel woke with scant rest in his body, yet pleasant dreams in his mind. Dancing with Ruby had been exhilarating in a way he had not felt in a long time. And the music of the skáld had touched hi...

303. Masquerade

The common room of The River Pearl was transformed. Decorations of all sorts filled the walls and tables. Some of them reminded him of the masks from the Western Isles that he had seen in Maximilia...

302. A Fox in the Henhouse

While working in the apothecary Solday morning, Martel could not help but demonstrate his newest ability. Rather than chopping up the lungwort, Martel awakened the magic within the Sindhian way and...

301. His Own Choosing

Mandays had started to feel almost reassuring to Martel. Unlike the harsh training of the three previous days, or the often troublesome affairs he spent his Soldays on, Manday reminded him of when ...

300. Raising Walls

As the acolytes gathered in the Circle of Fire, their shared looks told Martel they all felt as unhappy and apprehensive as he did. Everyone knew what awaited them once Moira arrived. They stood in...

299. Painful Observations

Another Malday, another lesson spent whacking the other fire acolytes with his staff. He could do it purely on routine, giving Martel time to think about his meeting tonight with Sparrow. If she re...

298. School Interview

Despite a busy Pelday ahead of him, Martel was not going to let the matter of Sparrow rest. She could this very night be safe and warm inside the Lyceum with a bright future ahead of her. The only ...

297. Trampled

It would be obvious to ask his teachers how exactly children were tested for magic. After all, they had to do so regularly to find their next students. If nothing else, the overseer had to know eve...

296. The Power of a Potion

The next day saw Martel back in Mistress Rana's laboratory. Stepping inside and looking at the shelves lined with ingredients, he felt a little envious that she had the knowledge, skills, and equip...

295. Unexpected Light

"Since the hours seem to fit us both, I decided to make our switch of lessons on Mandays permanent," Mistress Rana told him. "You will need to practice alchemy regularly, after all, so we might as ...

294. The Glow of an Idea

Malday meant another encounter with the mageknights, though not until his second combat lesson. Before noon, Martel practised staff fighting as usual with the other battlemages. He had long since a...

293. Gracious as a Scarecrow

With his obligations towards Lady Pearl fulfilled, Martel could focus on his schoolwork again, in particular alchemy. Eager for any advantage he might gain unlocking the Sindhian craft, Martel's th...

292. Silken Negotiations

Arriving at the small port that lay just outside the capital, where the river met the sea, Martel remembered his last trip to the place with the Night Knives. That journey had ended with them being...

291. Gemstone

Learning Sindhian alchemy felt like when he first arrived at the Lyceum, struggling to acquire even the simplest control over his magic. He could create a few effects, use his powers a little, but ...

290. Slipping Through Fingers

The next day, Martel went to the apothecary at second bell as usual, even though his work with Mistress Rana had been moved to the sixth bell. Instead, he hoped that Nora could give him some insigh...

289. Dazzling Pearls

The next day during his apothecary shift, Mistress Rana appeared again. "We shall do the same tomorrow as last fiveday," she told Martel. "You'll join me upstairs during sixth bell instead of the s...

288. Carrying Water

For the second lesson on Malday, it seemed that they would resume training with fire acolytes and mageknights mixed together. Moira did not appear either, leaving their practice entirely in the han...

287. Arsenal

As another fiveday started, Martel felt cautiously optimistic that he had escaped any consequences from his latest brush with the inquisitors. He still had to be careful, of course, avoiding the ma...

286. Small Glow

Having seen how Sindhian alchemy worked up close, Martel finally understood how different it was. It should not have come as a surprise, given he knew about Tyrian runes, which likewise channelled ...

285. Liquid Magic

Martel had rarely slept as well at night as he did these days, his body and magic being pushed to the limit. With that in mind, waking up on Manday felt almost relaxing; his first class, Archean la...

284. Spite

After several miserable days filled with fear, terror, dread, and plenty of pain, Martel felt vindicated by the victory on Malday. Getting a second full night's sleep in a row did not hurt either, ...

283. Tactics of a Scarecrow

Waking up on Malday, Martel felt mostly restored after a proper night's sleep; physically speaking, at least. Moira had not kept him for a full bell, but it had still been a long hour of agony and ...

282. Late Lessons

When first bell rang, Martel figured it was a mistake; he had only just closed his eyes. It felt like he had barely slept at all. Dreading the day ahead, he burrowed under his blanket again. Pelday...

281. Rolled Up

His decisions and plans made, Martel walked back from the copper lanes. He took an unusual route for his return to the Lyceum, disguising where he had been. His stomach rumbled with the knowledge t...

280. Slow Means

First thing, once back in the Lyceum, Martel went to the baths. He needed to get rid of the sewer stench; not only for his own sake, but to disguise where he had been. While scrubbing himself, he h...

279. The First Touch

Walking through the sewers instead of fleeing or sneaking through the streets of Morcaster, Martel had time to consider what a disaster the whole night had turned out to be. He kicked himself for b...

278. Down the Hatch

Bent over with his cloak almost huddled around him, Martel followed Weasel through the copper lanes. Being nearly twice as tall, his long legs could easily keep up with the urchin even with this po...

277. Improvised Aid

Three people made their way on the crooked streets of Morcaster, leaving the harbour district to enter the copper lanes. One of them walked in front, moving with hasty steps yet constantly stopping...

276. Trouble in the Alley

Flora took a sharp breath as she glanced out through the shutters again. A curse followed. "I think you're right."

"I don't understand. I thought we'd defend this cargo from criminals – why...