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Spice and Wolf
Nymph and Stray - Ch1
Hello everyone... er... well, maybe I should say anyone instead. I know there's one kind soul who is following this story so hello to you at least, dear reader.
Sorry for the long wait between chapters. As I said on the prologue, I'm taking my time writing. Between regular work and research, chapter 1 took a lot longer to flesh out than I originally thought. I've been trying to keep things realistic for the time period while also trying to keep true to the S&W spirit (economics and character interactions). I also got a bit stuck towards the end of the chapter because of some story-wise issues that I won't spoil. It took a lot of thinking to get things just right.
To compensate your patience, I've made sure that this chapter is longer than the prologue. Let me assure that the story is still going strong in my mind. It may take a while, but I'll get it all out there.
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That's it, I won't delay you anymore. Hope you enjoy the chapter.
Chapter I
Norah's wakes almost at the same time as the first rays of sunlight begin creeping through the wooden blinds. Her room's windows open into the church's backyard; a few potted plants sit on the sill, their aromas gently sweep into the room carried by a cool morning breeze. Having spent so many nights sleeping out in the open, she is used to – and actually prefers – sleeping in a chilly room. The weather is growing colder though, it won't be long before she has to start closing the windows. She also made a point to remember moving all the potted plants back inside. Last winter – the first since Father Nick left on his pilgrimage – she had forgotten and the plants were the ones that paid the price.
She lazes in bed, turning and stretching until she feels more awake. It isn't likely that anyone will come to Church this early in the morning, and she doesn't have any urgent things to do, but sleeping in makes her feel guilty – even more so in the House of God – so she sits on the bed and fetches a jug with water and a bowl from her nightstand. She fills the bowl and splashes her face a few times. It was surprisingly cold and for a brief moment Norah had a flashback of one of the many times she had done the same thing by a stream back when she was sheepherding.
"We've come a long way, haven't we?"
She said more to herself than to the sleeping Enek next to her bed.
A look around her room - even in the dim dawn light - reveals objects that probably cost more than she earned in her entire sheepherding career. Even the notion of having a room with a proper bed was outlandish in the past, not to mention fine cutlery, nightstands, wardrobes, embroidered blankets – she is looking forward to learning how to make those –, shoes and even the cushion her faithful friend is sleeping on, though she made that one herself.
After Alice began teaching her, she found out that the guild's fee was only a small portion of the expenses she'd have to bear in order to become a seamstress. Materials are expensive, mainly due to Gustav's remote location, but also because there isn't an established trade route for those types of goods. Most merchants that bring them from the coast do so by chance or by special order, which means they know they can barter them for a high price. Mister Granger tries to get them favorable deals but they still overpay most of the time. They don't blame him though; his duty is to look after the interest of his own guild and fellow merchants. Besides, if they don't make enough of a profit, then they wouldn't bother bringing the goods at all.
Even though her life style could be considered modest – especially since the Church covers most of her basic needs – after six years there isn't much left of the twenty lumione she earned for smuggling gold into Ruvinheigen. Lawrence must have thought her a fool for getting excited over that sum.
Norah smiles at her own naivety. She felt like a dunce when Father Nick taught her about taxes. The sheer amount of currency that is necessary to make the kingdom work is staggering. The council of nobles collects most of the taxes for Gustav but a good amount passes by the Church's hands. One time she had the chance to peek inside the King's Chest and she almost yelled out in surprise. The money that's sent back to Ruvinheigen from the tithe is nothing to scoff at either.
Now that Gustav is finally recovering from the plague the flow is even greater. She is always relieved when the collector takes away the coin she keeps for the Church. There's already enough responsibilities to deal with without having to worry about being robbed. It's still better than when she was sheepherding though. Falling prey to thieves was the least of her worries; there were much worse fates that could befall a young girl out in the fields. She shivers at the thought and thanks God for keeping her safe.
Enek stirs in his sleep.
A wave of skepticism washes over her and she can't help but to think it was mere luck and his aid that carried her through her sheepherding days. One thing is certain: She wouldn't be where she is right now was it not for Enek.
She rests her elbows on her knees as she softly pets him with her right foot. His coat has been getting thinner with the years. It seems less of it grows back after every shedding. He also has a lot more grey and white hairs. All normal things for such an elderly dog but the implications make her heart cringe. She can't be sure exactly how old he is. At least ten. Even that is above average for most dogs.
She has been trying to prepare for the time when he passes. Having never lost anyone close to her, she is terrified. Without parents, brothers or sisters, Enek is the only family she has ever known.
She has been witness to many grieving people in Gustav and not just during funerals. The plague touched almost every household. Men, women and children still grief for their lost ones after several years. It's a pain that never seems to leave them. It may seem like they've forgotten or moved on, but if you pay attention, you see. Downcast eyes, long unexplained sighs, a lonely tear that's quickly wiped away, they are there if you care to look.
It's not that she doesn't want to feel sad – she owes Enek at least that much – but she fears not being happy ever again. Life without him seems bleak at best. She can't help but to think that after he's gone, everything she'll do, everywhere she'll go… It'll just remind her of him.
She has a sudden urge to cuddle him but bites her lip and stops herself.
That is enough brooding for now. If she keeps turning the matter in her head it'd just make her feel miserable all day. Worse, Enek would surely notice and worry.
"Alright. Let's get to work."
She softly said as she stood up. Even though she makes some noise while getting dressed, Enek doesn't seem to notice. She gives him one last look before leaving her room; the door is left ajar in case he wakes up while she is gone.
First on the list is putting out the big candles in the nave and chancel. She does the small ones before heading to bed, but it's tradition to leave the big ones lit until sunrise. It's a bothersome yet necessary task. If she let them burn away, her budget would suffer greatly. Candles aren't free after all.
Next is opening the main doors, which is easier said than done. Unlike most churches in Ruvinheigen, this one isn't locked with a key. It's got three huge metal planks mounted on parallel railings that cross it from side to side. She rolls up the sleeves on her dress and pushes the bars one by one until they clear the door. There's sweat droplets on her brow by the time she's done. She pulls the door open and a fresh breeze envelops her. She giggles to herself as she remembers one time she got them stuck and had to run to the smithy for help.
A loud creaking sound resonates through town. It seems they've opened the gates very early today. She wonders if it's a merchant caravan. Maybe Ms. Alice's silk finally arrived? That'd be great. She is still far from being skilled enough to be able to make a proper dress, but is looking forward to watching Alice work on this one. A silken wedding gown! She had seen a few such dresses during weddings back at Ruvinheigen and they all looked amazing. Ms. Alice herself has never been to a big city or crafted such an expensive dress so she is relying on her for pointers on style.
To think that the head of the Tailor's Guild would come to her for advice… She doesn't know if she should feel proud or scared. She looks back across the nave into the chancel at the tapestry of the city's patron Saint.
"Scared, definitely scared."
She murmured after a sudden surge of piety.
"Well… What now?"
She asked herself after sitting on one of the nave's benches. There isn't much to do. The candles are out, the door is open, the floors are clean… She could go organize some papers or fetch her sewing things and work on Mr. Granger's order. Maybe she'll surprise Enek with some breakfast. They did skip yesterday.
She takes her time considering the options. There is no rush after all. As she is making a mental inventory of the ingredients available in the kitchen, the sound of hooves on the cobbled street catches her attention. She gets up and walks to the door again. Entering the Church's front yard are two horses being led by only one rider. She knows Ms. Lithkin is right about him, and it makes her a bit uneasy.
She is torn between feeling happy such a handsome noble wants her attention and sad that she can't answer to his feelings. Despite his obvious intentions, he has always been a gentleman and behaved as a friend. She has rejected her past suitors on the grounds that she has given herself to God but she knows that her condition as an assistant priest is highly irregular to say the least. There's also peer pressure to consider. Apparently, everyone thinks they'd make a great couple. Their back and forth has become a guilty pleasure for her. As long as she keeps parrying his advances, things should remain as they are, but this can't go on forever. Sooner or later, he'll either give up or she'll have to ask him to.
The two horses puzzle her though. Does he want to take her for a ride? That could be troublesome since she never learnt how to. Besides, what would people say? There's already enough gossip as it is.
She suddenly notices that while she was pondering all that, he had dismounted and was standing a few feet away from her. He is silent and his eyes are evading hers. It seems like he wants to say something but can't find the words. She bows and looks at him with a welcoming smile.
His clothes look as expensive as ever. Jacket, shirt, trousers, everything looks very well crafted. Is that the sash she adjusted? He is wearing riding boots; maybe she was right about his intentions. She then takes notice of another detail: He has a black handkerchief tied to his left arm.
"Sister Norah…"
He said after taking a deep breath and looking into her eyes.
"Lord Kerrick…"
She answered. Her voice was trembling.
He takes a step forward and produces a letter from his jacket. There is an ornate "T" on the center seal. A letter for her? She looks at it as if it were a sword being held to her throat. She can't muster enough courage to take it. Her mind races as she considers who could have sent it. One name comes to mind: Tote Col.
A lump forms on her throat as she grasps her dress with one hand and the doorframe with the other. That can't be. Did Lawrence…? No… She must have misunderstood. In an instant all her tension washes away. Why would Lord Kerrick deliver such a letter himself? She must be mistaken.
She looks at him again. His expression is grim. All her tension comes back. There's one other name on her list of friends and acquaintances that starts with the letter "T". Before she can say it herself, Lord Kerrick speaks.
"It's from Deacon Tellhoff of Falhzen."
He said in a concerned voice.
If Luke sealed the letter then the reason most likely was…
"Bishop Joseph Ozenstein died the day before yest- Norah!"
The young noble rushed forward to catch her after her legs gave away. Despite herself, she holds to his jacket and buries her face in his chest. He takes her to one of the first benches on the nave and sits her down.
"He was an old man, Norah. Deacon Tellhoff wrote that it was on his sleep. It was a good death. He is with God now."
What Kerrick said was true. Joseph was already an elderly man when they met six years ago. The wound he received from the Retzel mercenaries had left his health in a very delicate state. It was short of a miracle that he survived and only his faith and conviction allowed him to keep doing God's work after that.
But… How can she not feel sad? It was Joseph that appointed her assistant priest. He was the one who convinced Father Nick – who wouldn't have any of it at first – to let her stay as his assistant after the problems with Retzel were taken care off. He is the one that made it possible for her to learn how to be a seamstress and lead a normal life.
With just one decision – a capricious one by most standards – he had changed her life in a way her lumione coins could never do. She is respected, but foremost, she is liked. People look at her and smile. They ask for her help and counsel and even invite her to their homes for food and drink. She can take part in the festivals instead of just looking from the alleys. She is not an outcast anymore.
She wipes the tears from her face and gently pulls away from Kerrick. He lets go and looks at her for a moment before averting his eyes.
"I'm sorry Lord Kerrick, you must think me a child..."
She said while looking at the floor.
"Norah… crying is part of mourning. You've nothing to feel ashamed off. Take a moment. I will have Ms. Lithkin summoned so she can look after the Church."
He said as he got up from the bench.
"I'll be okay. There's no need to bother her this early in the morning."
She answered as she grabbed one of his sleeves.
"My apologies. I forgot you have yet to open the letter. We are to attend the Bishop's funeral tomorrow morning."
He said as he handed her the forgotten piece of paper.
"Tomorrow? Falzhen is three days away. How will we get there in time?"
He glances outside towards the horses. Both of them have remained still and look like soldiers awaiting orders.
"It may take a merchant's wagon three days but I'd bet Räuber and Ehre can get us there before daybreak tomorrow."
House Gustav is known for the quality of their horses, but there's still one problem…
"I don't know how to ride a horse…"
She said with such an embarrassed voice it seemed she just confessed to a capital sin.
"You'll ride with me. With your build, they'll hardly feel the difference."
Oh, it was that simple… As if!
"Räuber and I will go procure us some basic travelling supplies. I'll have one of my servants go to Ms. Lithkin's house and ask her to come. You can load your things on Ehre's saddle, don't worry, she's very docile. Just don't approach her from behind, the last stable hand who did ended up with a few cracked ribs."
He gently pulls away from Norah's hand – which is still grasping his sleeve – and leaves the church. After taking one last look at her, he mounts up and rides away.
"I'll… ride with him?"
She said as she looked at the remaining horse.
The inside of her mind is currently in chaos but one single idea manages to emerge from the storm: She hasn't bathed in days. It shames her that considering the circumstances the thing that seems to worry her the most is so superficial, but she can't help it. If she is to get herself presentable before he returns, she better hurry.
There's no time to heat water or even for a proper bath so she'll just have to make do with a quick ablution. She goes to her room to fetch new clothes. Before she dives into her wardrobe, she puts the dreaded letter on her work desk. As she browses her dresses for the most appropriate she realizes she ought to wear her priestess robes instead. She grabs the new one that Ms. Alice made for her and a few other pieces of clothing, including a finely crafted black kerchief.
She then realizes something else.
Enek won't be coming along. A dog can't possibly run behind a speeding horse during an entire day, doesn't matter his age. She wasn't even sure she was going to make it, and she just has to sit atop of it. Maybe they could strap him to the spare saddle? No, that's ridiculous. Without a wagon they can't take him and with one they'd never make it in time. He'll have to stay. There's no other way.
She kneels before Enek and calls his name softly. He seems to still be sleeping. There is no point in waking him yet so she lets him rest for a bit longer. How will he take the news? Will he understand? She can only hope.
She brushes his head softly and leaves the room.
...
After washing herself she feels a bit calmer. Somehow in her mind she realized she couldn't attend a funeral while smelling like she had been working on the fields. Just like that her shame disappeared. It is a simple matter of etiquette. It was also a silly way to justify herself – and she knew it – but it still made her feel better.
As she is drying her hair – which she had hastily washed with scented water – Ms. Lithkin appears. Her usual cheery behavior is gone. She has probably heard the bad news already. She approaches Norah with an understanding look and – after a long sigh – embraces her in one of her usual bear-like hugs.
"He was a good man."
She said with a steady voice. Ms. Lithkin had lost her parents and one of her sons to the plague. She was no stranger to grieving. It comforted Norah to some extent. Perhaps she'd also be stronger after this.
"He was."
Even though she only said two words, she couldn't prevent her voice from trembling. She felt the tears coming to her eyes and a lump formed on her throat again.
"Just take a few deep breathes Norah. It'll pass."
Said Ms. Lithkin as she patted her back.
After a few breaths Norah feels better. The huge woman smiles at her.
"I'm sorry…"
She answered with a faint voice.
"Don't be. But you have to be strong, okay? Don't let it break you."
"I'll try."
She said, though clearly not convinced. The bear woman takes the towel from her hands and continues drying her hair.
"You are young Norah. You'll have to go through this many more times. It's not something to look forward to, I know, but that's how it is. It's part of life."
Ms. Lithkin removes the towel and grabs the comb on the table that Norah had prepared before continuing.
"The Bishop was old. He lived a good life and he had a peaceful death. What more can we ask for him? God is kind."
"God is ki-OW!"
She began to say as the bear woman tugged on one of her curls.
"Sorry, your hair is a bit rebellious."
"I-It's fine…"
It is very possible that Ms. Lithkin did it on purpose to ease her mind. She feels better nonetheless.
"There, we wouldn't want to disappoint Lord Kerrick, would we?"
Said the bear-woman as she finished combing Norah's hair.
"That's not it. I just want to look respectful during the funeral."
Ms. Lithkin looked at her for a second before bursting out in laughter. Norah tries to keep a serious face but the other woman is laughing so joyfully she feels her armor of dignity crumble around her.
"I do!"
She finally said in a tone that was half dignified half childish.
"Norah, dear… There's no way you, your robe or your hair will look respectable after an entire day of riding."
Answered the older woman after she managed to control herself. Norah's blood rushed to her face. Not only had she miserably failed to mask her true intentions – which now were clearly transparent –, she had also made a fool of herself while trying to hide it.
"What should I do?"
She said after hiding her face behind her hands.
"Well, it depends."
Her sudden serious tone was a clear warning that she was planning another joke on her expense.
"On?"
Cautiously asked Norah as she peeked at her from behind her hands.
"If you ride behind him, we could stuff your chest with some clo-"
"About the funeral!"
Interrupted Norah, clearly more ashamed than angry. Ms. Lithkin let out another hearty laugh and patted her on the back.
"First, change into some pants; you can't ride while wearing a robe. Use that kerchief on your head so it won't get too dusty. I'm sure you can borrow a comb and some soap from someone at Falzhen."
Her tone was almost motherly. Norah still felt ashamed for the scene she had made, but also truly grateful for having her as a friend.
"Thank you, Ms. Lithkin. Will you be okay handling the Church by yourself?"
She asked with a bit of concern.
"I think so. But just in case, where do you keep the sacramental wine?"
Norah gave her a reprimanding look which made the older woman laugh again.
"Fine, I'll bring my own. What will you do about Sir Enek? You can't bring him along, you know."
Norah let out a short sigh.
"I'm not sure yet."
"Excuse me for barging in ladies, but…"
Lord Kerrick said from the room's entrance.
"I could keep Sir Enek on my kennels if you wish, Sister."
He continued.
"Lord Kerrick."
Said the older woman as she bowed her head.
"Thank you for coming, Ms. Lithkin, I am sorry to inconvenience you like this, but as you see, the circumstances demand it."
He graciously said.
"Should I take my leave?"
It is odd to see Ms. Lithkin behave like that, but Terry is a Lord after all.
"Please, stay. I've yet one more thing to ask of you."
The woman nodded once more.
"If the Sister doesn't oppose, I'd like you to organize a mass and a feast in honor of the Bishop for the day after we return. Our house will pay for everything, of course."
He looked at Norah for her approval.
"That's very generous of you Lord Kerrick. Of course I agree."
She answered in an appreciative tone.
"I'll put my two servants at your entire disposal for this task, Ms. Lithkin. They are waiting at the nave. Spend as much as you deem necessary, spare no expense."
The older woman looks at Norah with a faint smile. She has half a mind to warn Terry about giving her so much freedom with his coin but keeps quiet. This is not the first banquet organized by House Gustav, if he said spare no expense, that's exactly what he meant.
"Should I make arrangements for Sir Enek then?"
Continued Lord Kerrick.
"Thank you, milord, but I think I'll ask Ms. Alice to look after him."
"Very well. I shall delay your preparations no more. Please join me at the front yard once you are ready to depart."
He gave them a courteous bow and left.
"He's cute when he tries to act lordly. I remember when his nursemaid chased him across town because he wouldn't bathe."
Commented the older woman after a snicker. Norah smiles at that mental image.
"Well, go on then! Get your things. If you take too long you both might have to sleep in the open tonight. Who knows what could happen when the clouds take the stars?"
Her cheery tone was back. She even sang the last part. Norah gives her the same condescending look she gave her yesterday.
"Go. Just because you are pretty it doesn't mean that you can make him wait forever. I'll have one of his servants call Alice, don't worry."
She teased again, though she was a bit more serious this time.
"Thank you, Ms. Lithkin."
Said Norah as she hugged her. The older woman hugged her back for a few seconds before sending her on her way again.
Norah goes back to her room. Though the blinds are still closed, the sun has risen quite a bit by now so it is much clearer than when she woke. Enek raises his head at her when she enters.
"Good morning Enek."
She said as she had every day for as long as they've been together. It was almost mechanical. For a brief moment she forgets about everything that happened that morning, it was like they were just starting another day alongside each other. It was the letter on her desk – its seal still intact – that brought her back to reality. She thinks for a moment before continuing.
"Enek…"
She said as she kneeled in front of him. He immediately realizes something is up and sits up. She caresses the side of his face. Enek pushes gently against her hand. The petting isn't fooling him though, his tail doesn't move at all.
"Joseph has died."
Her voice trembled a bit but she kept her composure. Enek stares into her eyes. Does he understand? A more troublesome idea gets into her mind: Does he care? She wouldn't doubt Enek loves her for one second, but what about others? Is she being unfair to him? Now more than ever she wishes he could talk.
A sad expression takes over her face. Almost right away Enek nuzzles the hand she had used to pet him. He presses against it until she starts doing it again. Is he asking her to comfort him or is it the other way around? She hears one of Terry's horses neigh and looks away for a moment. Enek puts his forelegs on her lap.
"Enek, I have to go to Joseph's funeral."
She said while still looking away. He licks the side of her face which finally makes her look at him again.
"Lord Kerrick will take me there and bring me back. We'll ride on his horses. Me, riding on a horse, can you believe it?"
She stops for a moment to gauge his reaction. He seems unfazed.
"I'll be back really soon. Ms. Lithkin will take care of the church. Ms. Alice and Sora are coming too."
Norah swallows hard.
"You'll have to stay here."
She firmly said while also trying to keep her tone gentle. Enek stares at her for a few more seconds before he removes his legs from her lap. Norah stands up. He keeps looking at her but stays put. She looks into his eyes for a moment before getting her things ready.
She changes into a pair of pants and dons a long shirt, fastening it with a delicate belt. Something seems to be missing. After browsing the wardrobe, she sees her old sheepherding cloak in the back, it's neatly folded and ready to use. It's far from being pretty, but she's going to look like a boy anyway so she takes it.
After she's done changing, she empties one of her satchels and puts the robe and the other pieces of clothing she had taken off in it, taking care to pack them properly so they won't wrinkle too much.
When she gets ready to leave the room Enek gets up and follows her. She doesn't have the heart to say goodbye yet, so she allows him to come to the church's entrance.
Ms. Lithkin looks at them briefly as they enter the nave and gives her an encouraging smile. She is chatting with Terry's servants. Norah can see Lord Kerrick checking the horses' reins and saddles. Ehre is the one carrying their luggage it seems.
One of the servants approaches her.
"Allow me, Sister."
He respectfully said with a bow. Before she can thank him, he takes the satchel and brings it to the mare. His master acknowledges him and looks inside the church. He pats Räuber's muzzle and goes to meet with them.
"Good morning Sir Enek. Sister, we are ready to depart when you are. If you need something from town, I can send one of my servants for it."
He looked at her from head to toe as he spoke which made her a bit self conscious.
"I'm afraid I'll embarrass you looking like this, milord…"
She very skillfully faked an apologetic tone as payback for looking at her like that.
"You are actually very well dressed for a journey on horseback, Sister. I'm quite impressed with you. I thought you said you didn't know how to ride?"
He answers so honestly that it makes her feel petty for trying to make him feel bad.
"I truly don't, it was Ms. Lithkin who suggested I change my clothes. To be honest, I'm a bit scared. What if they don't like me?"
She said in a jokingly tone though it actually worried her. Enek – who had sat idly by her side this whole time – looks at her for a moment and then walks outside towards the horses. Both of them look at him approach but stay put. He sits in front of them and they stare at each other.
The servant who's strapping in Norah's satchel looks at them with worried eyes. He takes Ehre's reins into his hands.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say Sir Enek is vouching for you, Sister."
Lord Kerrick said, clearly surprised.
"My apologies, I forgot to make the proper introductions."
He continued while offering Norah his arm. She delicately places her left hand on his forearm and they walk together towards the horses. Enek turns his head at them and moves so they can take his place, he then sits next to his master. Terry beckons the horses with a nod and they both step closer.
"Sister Norah, this is Räuber and this is Ehre."
He said as he pointed at each of them with his palm. The horses followed it with their muzzles, expecting to be petted.
"Come on you two. If you want to be spoiled, show some manners first."
Terry said playfully. They both bend their front knees and give Norah a gracious bow. After a few seconds they rise again and shake their crests back into place. She raises her hand to pet Ehre but stops in midair.
"It's okay, try behind the ears."
Terry said as he showed her how to do it on Räuber. Norah timidly places her hand behind the mare's ears and scratches her gently. Ehre lowers her head to eye level with her and plays with Norah's curls using her muzzle. It makes her a bit nervous at first but Terry – who's been keeping a close eye on the whole thing – gives her a calming smile. She's not so naïve to think that the horse will like her after just a bit of petting, but at least she's not scared of them anymore.
While she can't quite make out what they are saying, she can hear Ms. Lithkin chatting with Terry's servants inside the nave. They are looking their way and judging by the grins on their faces, she can imagine the subject of their conversation. Both servants get serious all of the sudden.
"Don't mind them. I'd like to say Ms. Lithkin is to blame but to be honest I've yet to find a servant who doesn't like to gossip."
Terry said in an apologetic tone.
"We must be a most entertaining topic of conversation."
She answered jokingly. Terry chuckles and beckons the trio over. Both the men rush to his side with Ms. Lithkin lagging behind them.
"We are leaving. Should the coin I gave you prove insufficient, Lady Gustav will provide you with more – or a credit note if need be. Store everything at our warehouse until our return. Ms. Lithkin, should the weather allow it, I'd like to have the feast held at the town square. Make sure to secure enough chairs and tables. I'm afraid my servants won't be enough to wait on everyone so you'll have to hire some help for the night. Minstrels would be welcomed too, if there are any in town."
Terry's tone was firm, but he made sure not so sound despotic.
"I'll talk to the other tavern keepers, they'll be happy to oblige House Gustav."
Ms. Lithkin said respectfully.
"Coin has that effect on people."
Terry answered promptly. There was a hint of bitterness in his voice.
"So does kindness, milord."
Norah said while smiling at him.
"Perhaps, but I bet most people find that coin outweighs kindness in their scales."
Even though he smiled back at her, the bitterness in his voice was now quite clear.
Räuber pokes him with his muzzle and Terry pats his neck after letting out a short sigh. Norah starts to think that perhaps the lord's relationship with his horse isn't that much different from hers with Enek. She looks down at her companion – who has been following the entire conversation quietly – and pats her hands on her lap. He stands and puts his forelegs on hers.
"I have to go…"
She tried her best to sound sure of herself. Enek doesn't whine, lick or nuzzle her, but she knows that he's always shy when there are other people around. His eyes are honest though, he doesn't want her to leave.
"Don't be silly…"
She said as she kneeled down and hugged him tightly.
"When will we return?"
She asked while still hugging him.
"Unless the Deacon has need of us, we should be back by tomorrow night or the day after at most. Do not worry, Sir Enek. I'll keep Sister Norah safe."
Terry said in a reassuring tone.
"Be good to Ms. Lithkin and Ms. Alice… I'll miss you."
She said, then kissed Enek's forehead and stood up.
In the past she was always careful about showing affection to Enek when other people were around – perhaps that's the reason he is a bit shy – given her reputation as a witch. People in Gustav never look at her weird for doing it. She is just a girl who is close to her dog, not a heathen who can bewitch males, give women warts or talk to animals … though she sometimes wishes she could.
"Let's go."
She said with conviction as she put the black kerchief on her head.
...
Terry helped her climb onto Räuber and then sat behind her. The moment they started moving she felt herself slipping. She had – consciously or not – tried to keep from touching Terry but the horse's movement pushed them together. It was rather embarrassing. Even though there were not many people on the streets, she felt relieved after they left town.
She imagined that once they reached the road they'd move faster, but they keep going rather slowly. She is actually a bit disappointed. After an hour or so she starts to think that perhaps Terry is trying not to inconvenience her and turns around to talk to him. Looking at someone when you talk to them is only normal after all. The second she turned her head – however – she realized just how close to each other their faces were.
"Yes?"
He said after she remained silent for a bit.
"W-We can go faster, don't worry about me."
She babbled and faced forward again.
He chuckles and brings Ehre closer to them. He ties her rein – which he has been holding the entire time – to the saddle and lets her follow them on her own.
"You heard the Sister, let's go a bit faster, Räuber."
He said as he patted his neck.
Räuber's ears flick and he bolts forward. Norah has never moved so fast in her life. She is bouncing and rocking around and were not for Terry's arms – which are on both her sides as he holds the reins – she would surely fall. She grabs onto the front of the saddle but her grip keeps slipping. After a minute or two they slow down to their previous speed. It's like her heart wants to jump out of her chest and it was a miracle she didn't bite her tongue off.
Apparently there is more to riding than just sitting on the horse's back.
Terry apologizes for scaring her – though his smile doesn't actually spell out regret – and gives her a lecture on horse riding. She learns about gaits and balance as well as some other things like how to place her legs and where she can and where she can't hold on to. Every gait has its own movement. She has to learn how to move with the horse in each of them so she doesn't bounce around and tire or hurt the horse.
Terry's voice and Räubers steady pace make for a pleasant trip. She takes in the landscape as he lectures her and wonders if this is how it was for Mr. Lawrence and Ms. Holo when they were travelling.
After she has learnt the basics, Terry has Räuber go into a slow trot so she can practice. It takes her some time but once she gets into the flow she manages to stop bouncing around. The faster they go the more difficult and tiresome it becomes. He shows her other speeds but in the end a fast trot is the best she can handle.
A couple hours after noon they are roughly midway to Falzhen. They stop by a small grove right on the side of the road and dismount. Out of the four of them, she is the one who looks the most tired. Terry gets some food and two water skins from Ehre's saddle and places everything under an oak's shadow. Its lower branches almost skim the ground so they make great sitting spots. She drops herself on the one that looks the most comfortable and sighs in relief.
"I thought that riding would be less tiring than walking."
She said as she stretched her legs.
"You are doing pretty well for your first time. With a bit more practice you'll be fine riding on your own. Maybe on our way back?"
Terry answered as he took their luggage off Ehre's saddle.
"If you tie me to the saddle…"
She said jokingly.
Terry chuckles. He checks the horses' saddles and hooves. After making sure that everything is okay, he gives each of them a playful pat on the neck and joins Norah under the oak's shadow. He sits on the grass and leans back on his hands.
"It's a good day for riding."
He said after a long sigh.
"Will they be fine?"
She said as she watched the horses walk away.
"Don't worry. It's not the first time we do this trip. There's a pond past those trees. There might even be a few wild horses around."
He answered while also looking at them.
"How long have they been with you?"
Norah asked after they disappeared behind the trees.
"Since they were born."
He said with a smile as he reached for the water-skins. He offers one to Norah.
"Thank you. How old are they? I really can't tell."
She said as she took one.
"Both of them are about seven years old. They were born during the worst of the plague to one of my father's best palfreys. I…"
He stops talking and watches as Norah undoes the kerchief on her head and fixes her hair. She looks at him after she's done.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be impolite."
She said apologetically.
"No, please. There's no need to apologize."
He said a bit frantically and looked away. They stay quiet for a bit. When she's about to apologize again he speaks.
"Norah, I…"
He said her name in a very different tone from the one he had been using. They look at each other for a few moments. He sighs and continues in his previous tone.
"I'm glad you look better."
She didn't have to be the Wise Wolf of Yoitsu to know that's not what he originally intended to say.
"I feel wretched though…"
She said with downcast eyes. They stay quiet for a few more moments. A gentle breeze comes through the grove and rustles the oak's leaves.
"You shouldn't. You've done nothing wrong."
Terry said with a faint smile. His last phrase - however - stirs something in Norah's mind that has been haunting her since this morning.
"I think Joseph's death hit me so hard because I have been thinking about Enek's for a while now."
She said and looked at him with guilt clearly showing in her face. Before he could say something she continued.
"I owe him so much yet… I've laughed and enjoyed myself today. Even now the thing that is gnawing at my mind the most is that this is the furthest apart Enek and I have been since we met."
She hides her face behind her hands. Terry notices that Enek's paws are still faintly marked on her lap.
"Norah, pain can be overcome by even greater pain. Just because you hurt more from one wound it doesn't mean that you don't feel the other."
Norah knows that he speaks from experience. His father, sister and one of his brothers died during the plague. She puts her hands down and looks at him, her eyes still a bit watery. He is looking away. After a few seconds he notices and meets her gaze.
"Mourning is hard, isn't it?"
He had a smile on his face but she saw a hint of a tear on one of his eyes.
"Terry, I'm sorry..."
He shook his head gently and signaled her to stop with his hand.
"It's in our nature to avoid pain, don't feel guilty for trying to find a reprieve. Paying your respects to your loved ones isn't feeling miserable, it's honoring their memory. Sorrow for sorrow's sake is pointless."
It was like he was lecturing her again.
"That's how I see it at least..."
He finished as he laid himself completely on the grass. For moment Norah forgot that he isn't that much older than her. Like Ms. Lithkin, Terry's loss had made him stronger. One way or the other, he learnt how to cope. What he said sounds true, but it isn't some magical spell against sadness. She realizes that she'll have to find her own way to deal with her feelings.
"Thank you."
She said after yet another long moment of silence. He picks himself up again.
"Come on now. We can't keep the mood like this or Räuber and Ehre will get sad too. Let's eat before they come back. You'll surely feel better with a full stomach."
His tone was refreshingly cheerful.
"Well, actually you shouldn't eat too much... You might get sick while riding."
He said as he handed her one of their packed meals. She reluctantly picks it and he laughs.
"That's mean Lord Kerrick!"
She couldn't help but protest.
"You look just like Jansey when you pout."
He teased.
"I don't! I mean… I didn't!"
She protested again, which only made him laugh even harder. She bites her lip in annoyance but quickly accepts her defeat and starts laughing as well. She really doesn't think she pouted though. Did he trick her? She looks at him suspiciously.
"You did!"
He tried to sound convincing, but she's doesn't buy it.
"You are blushing!"
She accused him.
"That's because you keep staring at me…"
He said sheepishly.
"That's…"
She was quite sure he was faking it but it still made her blush. She looks away and nibbles on a loaf of rye bread. It was all a ruse to get her to feel better and she's so simple minded that it actually worked.
"You know…"
He starts to say. She looks at him once more.
"Curls really fit you well…"
She scoffs at him.
"And that's no lie."
He finished while looking at her warmly.
Norah wipes her mouth with one of her sleeves, hiding her smile in the progress.
...
They rested for a while longer before getting back on the road. Räuber is now in charge of carrying their luggage while they ride Ehre. Though she is still a bit tired, Norah finds out that the mare's trot is much easier to accommodate. She's somewhat more gracious than his male counterpart while still being as fast.
It seems there aren't many caravans on the road. They crossed only a few on the first leg of their trip and now – after riding for a couple hours – they have yet to see any. Still, Norah is not bored. After staying cooped in town for so long, being out in the open and taking in the fresh air feels great. Terry talks to her often, mostly about nobles who own land by the road. When conversation fails him, he goes back to his riding lectures.
By dusk, the gentle breeze that had been blowing sporadically during the day turns into a steady eastbound wind. It hasn't rained in a few days; clouds of dust rise from the road with each gust. Norah dons her cape's hood, which also shields her eyes from the sun's glare. They ride on the thin line between sunset and night and though the landscape hasn't actually changed – they are still surrounded by sloping hills and thickets here and there – the scenery is quite different. As the last of the day's light melds with the night's first shadows, what seemed like a hospitable land – while still beautiful – now gives her an eerie sensation.
"Traveler."
They had come to the foot of a hill. As they began their ascent, a figure topped the crest. They could only see his appearance for a brief moment. When he started walking down hill, his shape became engulfed in shadows. She could only tell that it was a man, and that he was tall.
Terry lowers their speed into a pace and brings Räuber close to them. He leans towards him and searches for something on their luggage. Before she can ask, he takes out a dagger and stashes it on his clothes. He then moves both horses to the far side of the road, giving the traveler a wide berth.
"You never know."
He said to Norah's questioning eyes. She is no stranger to roadside thieves, but it still makes her a bit nervous. It has been quite some time since she last felt this kind of thrill, not that she was looking forward to it. Even if they are riding, a bow could still be dangerous. Merchants and caravans are one thing; loners travelling at night are something else entirely… though they probably look a bit suspicious themselves.
They both steal a glance at the stranger as they pass him. The man's clothes are obviously secondhand and ragged to a point were no amount of mending would help. Pants and shirt are riddled with all manner of stains – some of which Norah would rather not know where they came from. The straps and buckles on his boots are worn and cracked, it's a wonder they don't burst open with every step he takes. Instead of a cape, he is wearing some kind of fur on his shoulders.
Though he looks bulky from a distance - mainly due to his height and bulging clothes – the man is rather thin. He has allowed his hair to grow unchecked and not taken much care of it, the same goes for his beard. They both seem to be just one thing and it's hard to tell where one starts and the other ends. His right arm is bandaged from the elbow all the way up to and including his hand. Even though the dressing seems fairly recent, there are no blood stains on it.
Norah thinks she should at least wish him a fare travel but stops herself when she notices the sword and bow hanging from his back. She can't see any arrows, but it still worries her.
Neither they nor the man made any effort to address each other. He just walked past them. When they reach the top of the hill, Terry picks up the pace. Norah sighs in relief.
"Did you see?"
He asked in a serious tone.
"Yes, but he didn't have any arrows."
She pointed out.
"Arrows? No, that was a bow drill."
He answered.
"Really? No wonder… Did you mean the sword then?"
She said as she looked back, though they were already too far from the man for her to see him properly.
"No, but if the blade is as rusted as the scabbard I wouldn't be surprised if it breaks when he unsheathes. I meant his eyes. Did you see his eyes?"
Terry insisted.
"I… No. Why?"
She is too shy to look a stranger in the eyes like that.
"They looked… hazed."
He picked the word very carefully.
"Hazed?"
She asked, unable to imagine what Terry was describing.
"Blurred, unfocused… it was like he wasn't looking at anything. Not us, not the road or the sky. Just… blank."
Once more he had trouble finding the right words.
"Maybe he's going blind?"
She ventured.
"Maybe..."
Terry said, though he did not sound convinced.
Their trip continues uneventfully. A handful of merchants and caravans have made camp along the road, but even though some still have fires going they do not stop to exchange pleasantries. The night sky is clear and despite the waxing crescent moon, the stars shine brightly enough for them to see their surroundings.
With exhaustion slowly setting in, they ride the last leg of the trip mostly in silence. Even Terry, who is an experienced rider, shows clear signs of being tired. Ehre and Räuber seem to be okay but she can tell the mare is not as graceful as before and both she and the stallion have their crests drenched in sweat.
A couple hours after nightfall they finally reach the outskirts of Falzhen.
...
Unlike Gustav, Falzhen doesn't have a wall around it. Instead, the city is protected from the pagans by a small castle a few miles north. Any raiders who wish to try their luck here would most likely face a quick demise at the hands of the town guard. A force composed mostly of retired soldiers from the Marches, mercenaries and the odd knight whose luck has failed him.
The city is considerably larger than Gustav though its buildings are generally on the short side. There's truly no point in building multiple stories when there's plenty of room to go around. Norah heard from Father Nick that building the Cathedral here cost the church an outrageous sum. He said that the transport costs for the bricks alone would have been enough to build another one in more civilized areas. While it was possibly an exaggeration, it's most likely true that common people have to make do with timber or stone extracted from the local quarries.
They dismount and stretch their legs. Terry gives her Ehre's reins and he leads Räuber. As tired as she is – the mere idea of a bed makes her drowsy – walking on her own legs feels really nice.
"Will they be fine?"
She said as she rubbed her back with her free hand and looked at the horses. They are following them with their heads hanging and sweat running down their bodies.
"I'll tend to them at the stables. They'll be ready for tomorrow."
Terry said as he patted Räuber, there was a faint splashing sound as he did.
"Don't remind me…"
Norah said as her shoulders dropped.
Terry chuckles. They walk towards the center of town, a beautiful plaza with cobbled streets all around it. There's even a small thicket surrounding a fountain in the middle. The cathedral is just east of it, surrounded by finely built houses and shops. They had not seen many people until now – just a few guards and villagers – but here there's still lots walking around. Many have black pieces of clothing to mark their mourning. Some taverns are still serving customers but no songs or laughs reach the streets. Norah pulls down her hood.
"Ah… it's gone!"
She says as she brushes her hair.
"Mhm?"
Terry mumbled while looking at a pair of men who were coming their way.
"My kerchief… It's gone."
She said as she browsed her clothes for it.
"Didn't we put it in one of the saddlebags?"
He asked while still looking at the men.
"I don't remember…"
She said as she noticed the two men walking up to them.
"Lord Kerrick."
The older one said as he bowed. Both of them are carrying swords but they aren't dressed as guards. They are wearing tabards with some kind of crest on them.
"Sir Lurzig, you look like someone who just lost a bet."
Terry said with a smile.
"That he did. He should have known better than to bet against Walther's son."
The old man said; the other one just frowned.
"Sister, these are Sir Marko Menz and Sir Alan Lurzig. Sires, this is Sister Norah Arendt from Gustav's church."
Terry assumed his noble persona to make the introductions. Both men bowed as their names were called. Norah manages a lady-like courtsey pretty well until she goes to grab her skirt, suddenly realizing that she's wearing pants. Her hands slip and end up awkwardly in the air. She keeps her head down as she recovers to hide her embarrassment.
"Sister, you say? Well, she does blush like a maiden..."
Said Marko as he scratched his temple and looked at her.´
"That may be so. It's still no reason to leer, Sir Menz."
The younger man warned in a chastising tone.
"Apologies, sister. Unlike Sir Lurzig, I'm not used to frequenting maidens."
The old man replied subserviently.
"Sires, we've been riding for most of the day and I'm sure Sister Norah would like to see Deacon Tellhoff before she retires. If you'd be so kind to take our horses to Lord Olmund's stables while I walk her to the Cathedral, I'd be in your debt."
Terry interrupted as he took Norah's satchel from Räuber's saddle.
"Of course. Come on Alan. You get the mare, as usual."
Marko said as he threw him Ehre's reins and chuckled.
"Lord Kerrick. Sister."
Alan bowed. The piercing look he gave the older knight could dent a breastplate.
"Not quite like in the books, are they?"
Terry said with a smile as they started walking towards the cathedral.
"Not quite..."
Norah answered, her face still faintly blushed.
They walk across the plaza and exit just in front of the Cathedral. Two men at arms wearing March tabards and chain mail armor are guarding the entrance; their spears are as tall as the door.
"God's grace upon you, travelers. Deacon Tellhoff has asked all mourners to retire for the night. Arrangements have been made so you may rest at the Evergreen Inn, your stay will be covered by the Holy Church."
One of them said as they approached.
"God's grace upon you, Marchers. I bring Sister Norah Arendt from the Gustav. The Deacon is expecting her."
Terry said as he took a step back and bowed his head. The men at arms exchange glances, one of them with an almost imperceptible smile and the other with a similarly hidden frown. They rest their spears on the wall and ceremoniously open the door.
"I'll take my leave then. Rest well, Sister."
Terry said as she gave her the satchel.
"Thank you, Lord Kerrick."
She answered as she shouldered it and bowed her head.
The great door closes behind Norah and she finds herself at the nave of the Falzhen Cathedral. While still a long shot from Ruvinheigen, it's obvious that great amounts of coin have been spent here. The sittings are carefully wrought and each of them has different religious imagery on them. The tapestries hanging from the columns and walls are large enough to hide a tree behind them. Just the materials used to make them must have cost a fortune, especially with those sharp colors. Even the candles are different – probably made of beeswax judging by the smell – and there's more than she can count. She feels sorry for whoever is responsible for them.
Her eyes eventually fall on the altar. Joseph has been laid to rest atop a bier decorated with flower arrangements. Half a dozen sisters in their mourning robes are kneeling on the stairs. They pray in silence, making Norah's steps as she walks the only sound inside the Cathedral. One of them comes to greet her.
"Sister Norah?"
The woman asked in a welcoming tone as she looked at her from head to toe. She should have changed before coming to the Cathedral.
"Y-Yes, from Gustav."
She stuttered.
"Welcome to Falzhen. I am Sister Wilhelmina, but call me Winny."
She said as she nodded with a gentle smile.
"Thank you, Sister. May I…"
Norah said as she looked towards the bier.
"Of course."
She said as she offered her arm. Norah takes it and they both walk up to the altar.
She takes a deep breath as she climbs the last step, the flowers' fragrance filling her lungs. Joseph's body is covered with a thin see-through veil. He is dressed in ceremonial robes, including his staff which lies next to him. The yellowish candlelight masks his face's paleness.
"He spoke of you very kindly. Has Sir Enek come as well?"
The woman said after a few moments.
"No… It… there was no time."
Norah answered and looked away. His face unsettles her. It's calm yet strangely unfamiliar, the expression isn't like any she had seen on Joseph's face while he was alive. It's like death took him and left behind a body with his appearance.
"Pity, I was looking forward to meeting him."
She sounded truly disappointed.
"May I… see the Deacon?"
Norah said as she took a step backwards.
"Of course. Come with me, I'll take you to his quarters."
She offers her arm again. Norah takes it and they step down from the altar. The other sisters regard her with a nod as she passes them and continue on their silent prayers. Winny takes her past the crossing into the west wing, arriving at an open cloister.
"The Dean's quarters are over there."
She said as she pointed towards a big wooden door flanked by lit torches.
"Thank you, Sister."
Norah answered as she respectfully bowed her head.
"Winny is fine. Are those your clothes? Allow me. Our quarters are over there, past the refectory. I'll have these pressed and put them on the bed we've prepared for you. Would you like me to fix you some dinner as well?"
The older woman said as she took her satchel.
"That's very kind of you but you needn't bother yourself."
She said while shaking her head.
"Heavens, you truly are old Nick's apprentice. He also has a taste for fasting."
She chuckles at her own pun. Norah smiles at her, it is true that she only started getting heavier after he left. She also referred to him in present tense, unlike most others. Winny gently pats her shoulder and leaves.
Norah walks towards Luke's quarters and knocks on the door.
"Come in."
His voice sounded tired, but no less welcoming for it.
She gently pushes the door open and enters. The room rather small, but there's another door leading further in – probably to the Deacon's chambers – on the back. The walls are covered by bookcases and shelves, most of which are packed full. There's an impressive stained glass skylight depicting some kind of religious scene on the roof. Right under it is Luke's desk, a large but rather simple piece of furniture. The desktop is cluttered with all manner of things, but mainly letters and paper rolls. Judging by the state of the candlesticks, he has been working for a long time.
He gets up from his chair and walks to her. They look at each other for a few seconds before he embraces her.
"Thank you for coming."
He said in a tone which made clear everything else that one is supposed to say in this kind of situations was unnecessary. Norah had had an entire day to consider different ways to convey her condolences but until this very moment she wasn't sure what to say. Now she knows to just hug him back. After a bit he gently rubs her back and lets go.
"Please, take a sit."
Luke said as he closed the door behind her.
"It is good to see you Norah. Lord Kerrick boasted of being able to do the journey from Gustav to Falzhen in a single day but I honestly had my doubts. "
He said once both had sat down.
"It was taxing. I just hope the horses will be okay."
She answered as she shifted her weight to rest her back.
"Oh, I'm sure they will. Lord Kerrick knows and loves his horses; he takes after his father in that."
He said as he offered Norah a cup.
"You knew Lord Walther Kerrick?"
She asked as she took it.
"He and Joseph were good friends. Terry is named after the bishop's father I believe. Or was it his brother? I'm not sure."
Luke said as he poured.
"Really? He never mentioned that…"
She said after taking a sip. The mead he served her is dry and sweet, definitely locally brewed. After an entire day drinking lukewarm water, it's a welcome change.
"The Ozensteins and the Kerricks have been friends for a long time. It was Joseph who married Walther, did you know? Years before I came under his service. Knowing how Avis likes her parties, I'm sure it was a huge event."
He said as he leaned back on his chair. He chuckles and takes a swig from his cup.
"Lord Kerrick wants to hold a feast in the Bishop's honor after we return."
She commented with a smile.
"Let me guess… Spare no expense."
He chuckles again and downs the rest of his cup. They remain silent for a while until he speaks again.
"It was just so sudden… you know? One day he was holding mass, leading the choir… listening to confessions… The next day he is gone. I know he was old but..."
He looked at the skylight as he spoke, his expression sad but composed. Luke truly mourns the Bishop. He wasn't just his apprentice or advisor, he was his friend. They had spent more years together than Norah had lived. She felt truly grateful towards Joseph but when compared to Luke's… her sadness seems superficial.
"Terry told me he died in his sleep…"
Norah said as she nursed her cup.
"The day had been really warm and even though we opened every door and window the Cathedral was as hot as a baker's oven. He retired to his quarters early accusing the heat. I needed to dispatch some documents to the shore early on the next morning so I went to his quarters after dinner…"
He reminisced as he slowly refilled his glass.
"It must have been terrible…"
She said in a pained voice.
"I saw his plate had been left untouched. The candlestick on the tray was just a little stub. Even after I knocked on his chamber's door and got no response… I guess I should have seen it coming."
He sighed and took a drink from his cup again.
"You look really tired Luke. Have you been working all day?"
She said as she put the now empty cup on the desk.
"I have plenty to keep me busy. There are letters from every man in town who can afford paper, notices to send out, bills to pay, tax ledgers to fill, inventories, records… I have to get everything in order for the new Bishop anyway."
He said as he looked at a worn quill resting in an inkwell.
"New Bishop?"
She asked, not being sure if he heard him right.
"You… read my letter, right?"
He said while staring at her.
"I… No. I heard the news from Lord Kerrick and then I was in a rush to get ready for the trip. I left it in my room."
She said with some concern. He rests his elbow on the desk and puts a hand to his forehead. Luke stays like that for a while until he lets out sigh and speaks again.
"I will not be Bishop."
He plainly stated.
"Luke, you've been learning for years. You were Joseph's most valued advisor and his personal assistant. You were his Deacon for longer than I've known you... Who else but you can become the new Bishop of Falzhen? It's what Joseph wanted."
She pleaded as she leaned forward and looked at him.
"You know it doesn't work like that."
He said in a calm tone as he browsed the papers on his desk.
"But… I'm sure the people will support you!"
Her voice came out a bit louder than intended.
"My candidacy has been rejected."
He said as he handed her a letter.
"This is…"
She said while reading it.
"From Nickolas, yes. Joseph asked him to bring my name to the Legate at Ruvinheigen. He argued my case to the Council but… well, you can read it yourself."
He said as he leaned back on his chair and played with his cup.
The letter is dated from a few weeks ago and it's addressed to the Bishop. Apparently, Father Nick had been trying to get Luke's candidacy approved for the better part of last year. The matter was postponed several times until a proper Council could be formed, which only happened three months ago. The Council declared that while Luke possesses great gifts for administration, the area surrounding Falzhen is deemed critical for the interests of the Church, thus a Bishop who's better prepared and has greater trajectory is necessary. The Council will vouch for Luke as a competent Deacon but it will be up to who they choose to replace Joseph with to keep his services or not.
"Greater trajectory?"
She questioned almost ironically.
"More in line."
Luke said after a scoff.
"This is…"
She can't find the right words.
"On the one hand, Falzhen has been growing at great lengths and Gustav has recovered and is even more prosperous than before. On the other, Retzel and the other towns to the north have become stronger as well. Ever since that new coin appeared the balance of power in the region has been shifting."
He actually used his hands to make his points.
"If everyone is doing better, why is there a shift in balance?"
Norah asked, puzzled by the change of subject.
"Their economy is growing faster than ours. You have surely noticed this. Merchants from the coast can't compete with products imported from their towns. Between taxes and transport costs, most hesitate to trade in anything already being sold by them. Even the great guilds have trouble keeping their trade routes open. Tax exemptions have been granted but that's just a temporary solution. Meanwhile, they flood our markets with both inexpensive goods and valuable minerals and stones. We have been growing as well so the effects of this haven't surfaced yet. It's only a matter of time though."
He explained as he lit a new candle and replaced another on a candlestick.
"But… how is this related to your candidacy?"
She asked, even more puzzled than before. Luke frowns and remains quiet while he plays with his cup. He takes a deep breath before continuing.
"There has been no Calling yet but…"
He looks at her with weary eyes.
"A March? That's…"
The last time a March came through Falzhen was decades ago.
"To be expected. The Church has had an eye on this region for decades but there wasn't enough interest until now. Ploania has most likely pledged their support already; they have the most to gain by cutting the Free Towns' growth before they become too dangerous. In most Marches you only see minor contributions from the Kingdoms but now that the biggest mines in the region are ripe for the taking I'm sure the ploanians won't be the only ones to answer the call. In the end it doesn't matter who keeps the land, the Church will expand its influence nonetheless."
He spoke as he rolled a couple coins on the desk.
"Gold buys iron. Iron takes gold…"
Norah muttered as she looked at the coins.
"Precisely…"
Luke said with a smile. She had quoted Joseph.
"Joseph always advocated for peace, they probably doubt you'll be any different. They want a Bishop who will endorse the March."
She couldn't help but to frown. Politics and Religion put together rarely lead to anything good. He looks away for a moment before answering.
"That or they want to barter the position. A bishopry is a valuable asset to have in a negotiation."
He said as he shrugged.
"What will you do?"
She asked as he refilled her cup.
"I'll work. The Sisters and I can handle the Cathedral by ourselves but without Joseph no new priests can be ordained. As a Deacon I can take over some of his responsibilities..."
He stops for a moment.
"I guess I could marry. God is kind. I might find a woman who doesn't mind old men."
He finished as he looked into his cup.
Norah smiled at his comment but then realized he wasn't joking. Luke was admitting to himself that he'd never become a Bishop. He lost both his best friend and his life's dream. No wonder he has buried himself in work.
"Luke..."
Words completely failed her.
She isn't Holo. She can't search centuries of knowledge for the right thing to say. All she could muster was his name and a tone which emphasized that she wants to help but doesn't know how.
"A dream is a dream... I don't deserve your pity. It was my fault that you were forced away from yours after all. Had I not been injured, I would have been able to negotiate in the Bishop's behalf. That was my duty, not yours."
He looked at her from the corner of his eyes as he spoke, his expression a mixture of sadness and guilt.
"Luke you can't blame yourself for that. Besides, it was my decision to help. And I have been learning how to become a seamstress from Ms. Alice."
Her tone made it clear that she truly didn't blame him for anything.
"You are too kind Norah..."
His sounded extremely weary.
"You should sleep Luke."
She said as she got up.
"You haven't finished your drink..."
He pointed out while getting up himself.
"To Joseph."
She said as she raised her cup. He faintly smiles and they clink their cups. Luke takes a sip and speaks while Norah is still drinking.
"There's something else... it was on my letter."
He said as he sat again.
"Yes?"
She said after putting the cup down.
"You know that most churches in this region are understaffed. We need priests. Normally the new Bishop would deal with that after being elected and taking office in the Cathedral but... it's unlikely the Church will allow anyone who has been under Joseph's influence to be ordained."
He paused and looked at her. Norah is starting to see where he is going with this and remains quiet.
"Before the Calling, they will want every possible member of the clergy in the region to be on their side. The March needs support from the towns it passes. Supplies, fresh recruits, information... There's a greater chance it'll succeed if they have the people on their side. Priests will be the tools to get that support."
He pauses once more and stares into his cup again.
"The March is Righteous. Or at least that's what they'll have people believe. You can be sure they'll use the incident in which we met. The only reason it was kept under wraps was for the benefit of Gustav. We couldn't very well negotiate with Retzel while accusing them of trying to assassinate Joseph. The deal itself might be questioned. Cancelling it could just be the bait they need to lure them into doing something that could justify the March. They just need something to generate enough animosity between us and them so as to use it as an excuse."
He lifted the cup to his lips but brought it back down without drinking from it.
"These new priests... They'll come from Ruvinheigen, won't they?"
Norah asked as she looked at the floor.
"Most likely."
He plainly stated.
"What about Father Nick?"
She hadn't forgotten about him.
"He is old. Even if they allowed him to return to service, they'd still send someone with him to take over the Gustav Church when he passes."
He said as he shook his head.
"Luke... I..."
He is among the few who has any notion of her past, but that's not to say he knows what she went through at the hands of the Church back at Ruvinheigen.
"Norah, I know that a young girl with a bag full of lumione coins that travels to the middle of nowhere isn't just trying to avoid a guild fee. You don't have to explain anything."
He looked at her and smiled.
"If someone from Ruvinheigen realizes it was me who dealt with Retzel..."
Her worry was evident.
"Sooner or later, they'll find a way to start a fight. I just had to warn you. I owe you that much and... It's what Joseph would have wanted."
His expression turned sad. He hides it with his right hand.
"Luke... you have to rest."
She said in a gentle tone.
"I'll try."
He said while still hiding his face.
Norah walks around the desk and puts her hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you, Luke."
He looks at her and nods in silence.
...
Norah closed the door to Luke's chambers behind her and walked towards the Sister's quarters. As she entered the refectory, she heard Winny humming while working on her clothes. She was torn between just going to bed or asking to let her do it herself. In the end, her manners won.
"Shush, don't get between an old woman and her iron."
She playfully threatened her.
"Old woman? You must be younger than the Deacon."
Norah said politely.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."
Winny said as she picked the iron from the hearth with a piece of cloth.
"Would you please let me do it? It's late, you must be tired."
Norah insisted once more.
"It is late. You must be tired… Dear, you've had a long day. I've spent most of mine sitting or kneeling."
She said as she slid the iron across the robes.
"At least let me help."
Norah said as she grabbed the towel she was using to dampen the clothes from the water bucket and rinsed it.
"Heaven's sake! Were you a hand maiden before you came to Gustav?"
She protested as she shook her head. Norah just smiles at her.
"Child, if you really want to save me some trouble… Why don't you take a bath before going to bed? I fear for those poor sheets."
She exaggerated her tone just a bit too much, but it still embarrassed her a bit.
"You know how children are with baths."
She said as she tried to imitate her tone. The old woman laughs under her breath.
"It's that door to the right of the hearth. Leave your clothes in the anteroom, I'll bring you something for you to sleep in. Take one of the holders on the table."
Winny never took her eyes off the iron as she spoke.
Norah nods, puts the wet towel back in the bucket and gets up. She takes one more look at the nun – who has gone back to humming as she irons her robe – before grabbing the holder and going through the door.
The small room she enters has another door in front of her and a set of drawn curtains to her left. It's lit by a wall candelabrum and despite the scented candles on it the faint smell lingering in the air makes the purpose of that other room quite obvious. She leaves her clothes there, lights her candle and goes through the set of curtains.
A bit of moonlight creeps into the bath through two small windows built high on the right wall. In front of her is a decently sized wooden tub and to the left of it what seems to be a stone cistern. She draws her candle closer to inspect it and realizes that it's linked to the tub through a small sluice.
On the top right of the cistern is an ironwork apparatus with a crank coming out of it. Norah notices a few steps leading up to it and climbs them. She curiously examines the thing and finds out that it's warm to the touch. A drop of water falls into the cistern from the tip and she finally realizes its use. She had heard of pumps like these before but it's the first time she sees one. She activates the crank a few times and water gushes through the spout. The cistern is pretty full already so she stops and climbs down from the steps. She leans on the stones with her hand as she does this and realizes they are warm as well.
"Do you need help?"
Came Winny's voice from beyond the curtains.
"N-No… Well… could I borrow some soap?"
Norah said, suddenly very aware that she was almost completely naked.
"Of course. Look inside the cabinet in the corner. There should be a bowl somewhere in there along with towels, brushes and combs. Take anything you need."
Winny talked to her through the curtains. After she finished Norah could hear her step away and close the door.
She searches the cabinet and finds a huge bowl filled with soap balls. There're also several oil bottles and other things. She unconsciously does the math and realizes everything must be more than a few trenni. Not wanting to abuse the good nun's hospitality - and being quite conscious about the costs - she takes the smallest piece of soap she can find and a plain looking towel.
"I wonder if they buy these …"
She said to herself as she put everything on the tub's armrest. Such luxuries go against the austerity encouraged by the Church – and fiercely defended by Father Nick – but Joseph was well liked and the faithful often try to get on the clergy's good side anyway so it's very likely they were presents.
Norah carefully lifts the sluice gate and starts to fill the tub. She sets the candle somewhere safe and puts her hand into the miniature waterfall. As she had guessed, the water is warm as well. The hearth must be behind the cistern on the other side of the wall. Heat from the fire must seep into the stones and keep the water pleasant. She did something similar to keep her sleeping mat warm during winter nights while she was sheepherding.
She closes the sluice gate after the tub is half full, takes her undergarments off and dives in. As much as she'd like to just soak for a while it's quite late and she wants to sleep more than she wants to relax. She washes her hair first; after a few minutes of thoroughly brushing and scrubbing her skin it finally feels clean again. Ms. Lithkin always says that a flushed skin is the sign you've washed properly... or that you've drunk too much.
After rinsing herself she removes the plug that blocks the tub's drainage and stands up while the water level drops. She opens the sluice gate just a bit and washes her undergarments with the remaining bits of soap she has left. Once she's sure the tub is clean, she closes the gate and puts the plug back in place.
Norah yawns as she uses the towel to dry her hair. Now all that's left before she can go to bed is figuring out what she'll do with her wet underwear...
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