Chapter 42: Not Going To Let This Stand (2)

Chapter 42: Not Going To Let This Stand (2)

His eyes snapped open, and he looked over at Jad, who had stepped forward in the line and raised his hand. Virtually every head in the crowd also turned to look at him.

Me and my buddy here, Jad continued, gesturing at Enusat with his thumb.

Xerxes saw Enusats eyes widen, but to the shorter young mans credit, he didnt breathe a word to contradict Jad.

I congratulate you on your honesty, young man, the High Archon said. After the assembly is adjourned, please see Archon Adonia to take care of some paperwork.

With that, the assembly proceeded with some less dramatic announcements, and then morning prayer.

Shortly thereafter, the students were dismissed.

Jogging over to Jad before he had a chance to go find Archon Adonia, Xerxes said, Jad, what the hell?

Jad grinned. Its the second time I screwed up trying to help you. I deserve it.

No way. I was the one who

Nah, Enusat interrupted. Jads right. Our advice is just making things worse for you. We can deal with a few weeks locked on campus.

Now, if youll excuse us, my dear friend, Jad said, we have some paperwork to fill out. Dont worry. After this, things will get better. Our next plan will be foolproof!

When Jad and Enusat showed up late for class, Mystic Rabya cleared her throat. I guess I shouldnt have put off the lecture on covert infiltrations.

Everyone laughed, even Jad and Enusat.

Xerxes had trouble paying attention. It just didnt seem right to let his friends take the fall for him. But, what could he do now? If he confessed, it would prove his friends to be liars, and would surely make everything else worse.

That was when it hit him.

Ill share in the punishment.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. When Jad and Enusat spent time meditating instead of gallivanting outside of the school, he would join them. Hed share his stipend. No. He would draw on his loan money to completely compensate them for their lost money. It was only fair.

Got something important on your mind, Seer Xerxes? Mystic Rabya said.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

He pulled his chin out of his hand and sat up straight in his chair. Sorry, Mystic.

She grinned. No problem. But if Im really that boring, Id like to know, so I can up my game.

There was one big upside to being stuck on campus: the extra access to the spell formations. The slots on Sixthday were assigned. But slots on Restday were up for grabs. And since even the most studious students found it hard to resist the temptation to wander the streets of Sin-Amuhhu, it was usually possible to get double slots.

Extra access to the spell formations meant Xerxes progress toward a second chamber hastened.

Rabya added something new to their Epitome lessons; Abhorrent combat theory. After all, it was one thing to face another sword wielder in a duel, but a very different thing to use the sword to fight monsters that could be either much smaller or much larger than you. Before long, a few other members of their class joined their sessions with Mystic Rabya, namely Dasi and Atra-Hasis. Xerxes hoped beyond hope that Katayoun would eventually be one of them. But even going into the third week, she didnt seem interested.

On Seconday of the third week, Xerxes performed his second Flush. It went smoothly, although the empty feeling afterward, which he had only experienced once before, was extremely strange. And now that hed done that, he knew that Flushes would be easier. In the subsequent days, all of the Humusi Swordmasters performed Flushes, as did most of the other members of Black Jackal classroom. Everyone was making progress.

The situation with Katyoun continued to be infuriatingly exciting. He was still convinced something had changed. On at least two instances, he managed to catch her eye, only to have her look away.

What the hell does it mean? he thought. Hed heard jokes in the past about women being impossible to understand, and had always assumed they were just that: jokes. But now he was starting to get the feeling they werent.

On Restday that weekend, as usual, they gathered in the grove for longsword practice.

Where the hell is Enusat? Jad said after they went through their warmup routine. Hes usually not late.

Beats me, Kashtiliash said.

They reviewed some of the key lessons from Mystic Rabya and then broke into pairs to do sparring.

A few minutes later, Enusat came tromping out of the trees.

That fucker, Enusat growled as he walked out of the tree line. That fucking fucker.

Your swearings as imaginative as ever, Teucer said.

Enusat spat and kicked a boulder lightly. The others ceased their sparring.

What happened? Kashtiliash asked, reaching down for a water skin.

That motherfucker embarrassed me in front of everyone. Arwia was there. Ningal too. And they laughed. Huffing, he crossed his arms, and leaned back onto the boulder.

Jad stabbed his wooden practice sword into the soil and crossed his arms atop the pommel. Back up. Who did what?

I was rushing ere and I ran into that bastard. Its not my fault e walks around with a thousand books in his arms. And so what if I knocked them down? But e just had to pull rank. Yelled at me and made me pick up all is damn books and give them back.

Who? Kashtiliash asked.

Randy Gandy, Enusat growled. And Im not going to just let this stand.