Monthly Archives: February 2022

Parkhurst Refectory Parkhurst Refectory was closest to my Townhouse.  It was also the quietest.  Boisterous lowerclassmen were encouraged to eat elsewhere.  “Encouraged’ could apparently become a bit vigorous.  By tradition, in Parkhurst Refectory one ate with chopsticks, unless you were … Continue reading →

“You’ve found my office in Proscenium Hall,” Courtney observed.  “When you can explain Ettore’s Chapter Three to me—his first two chapters are just definitions—we should talk.” “I’ve already looked at it.” I paused. “Won’t be soon,” I said.  “But sometimes … Continue reading →

I’m sure I blushed.  “Thank you, Elder Master,” I managed to say.  There followed an unpleasant minute of silence from my fellow students.  “Did anyone else hear the lecture on spell diagrams?” I asked.  There was further silence.  “Serene Master, … Continue reading →

“Thank you,” I managed.  There is a point where you are dead on your feet and forcing yourself to stand straight.  I was there.  I sheathed my gnothdiar. “Are there more questions?” I asked the lictors. “No,” Master Monserrate decreed. … Continue reading →

Very soon I was surrounded by people, all trying to speak to me at once.  One of them was the Marshal-at-Arms. I’d met Master Monserrate once.  “I can’t hear you,” I shouted.  “Too many voices.” Marshal-at-Arms Master Monserrate shooed the … Continue reading →