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There was more than solidarity here. Rodian could see that the Âresky
The tall elf closed the doors and took a place a few steps off from the two ladies of the royal house.
"We received a distressing report," the duchess began. "A young guild journeyor was involved in last night's tragedy."
Rodian blinked. What report, and from whom?
"She bears no guilt that I'm aware of," he answered carefully.
Reine sighed softly, but Âthelthryth's slight frown returned.
"We have heard this journeyor is making a personal claim," the duchess continued, "upon the texts she brought to the guild… even to taking it before the people's court. This would halt the guild's work on translation."
Rodian kept his expression placid. Only two of the guild knew of Wy
Rodian's frustration began to mount.
"We have spoken with the high advocate," Princess Âthelthryth added. "It appears that Journeyor Hygeorht may have a legitimate claim. But if she takes full possession of these texts, there is no telling what might become of them… who might gain access to the contents. We are told the material is of a sensitive nature."
It took all of Rodian's effort to remain calm. What was the royal family fighting to protect—or at least keep hidden—to a degree that they would let their sages be murdered in the dark?
"The project must continue," the duchess said, leaning forward, "and thereby the texts must remain in guild hands. We wish you to go to Premin Sykion, as an unofficial arbiter, and seek a compromise."
"A compromise?" he repeated.
Âthelthryth took up where Reine left off. "We wish you to ask Premin Sykion to grant Journeyor Hygeorht access to all completed work—pages that have already been translated—but under controlled circumstances that will keep the texts protected from the public. If the journeyor will agree not to pursue full possession, she may see all translations since her return from the Farlands."
"We desire you to stop these murders," she said, "but keep the guild's project protected at the same time. If you can do this, we would be grateful… most grateful, Captain."
Rodian thought his heart stilled as he held his breath.
Her words were as close to an open admission as he might ever hear. The royal family wanted him to keep Wy
He knew lives depended upon him as the highest officer of the Shyldfälches, even the lives of these well-intended, if deluded, sages. But he also knew the rewards of royal gratitude.
Rodian took a slow breath. "I will not fail."
By late morning Wy
What had she done with her meddling and threats?
Certainly she'd jeopardized her place in the guild. Neither Sykion nor High-Tower spoke a word to her on the walk home. Since returning from the Farlands she hadn't been happy here, but life as a sage was all she knew. What would she do if she were dismissed and cast out?
Still, the thought of lives lost, the persistent denials of her superiors, and what her wayward friends might've done in her place convinced her there was no other choice than the one she'd made.
But at a soft knock on her door, Wy
Domin il'Sänke stood in the outer passage. The wrinkle of his dark brow might've been worry—or scorn, if he'd already heard what she'd done.
"Get dressed," he said. "The Premin Council has called a general assembly."
Wy
It didn't matter. She would still go after the texts by whatever means necessary.
Il'Sänke shook his head once. "I do not believe this concerns you," he said, perhaps reading the worry on her face.
Wy
Wy
"I'm ready," she said.
Il'Sänke started like someone interrupted from listening closely to a nearby conversation. He nodded, and she followed him to the stairs. When they finally reached the common hall, a surprising sight awaited Wy
The place was nearly bursting at the seams.
Every initiate, apprentice, journeyor, master, and domin in residence had been summoned. All five premins of the orders stood before the massive hearth, facing the gathered assembly. But more puzzling was the presence of scribe masters or shopowners from every scriptorium hired within the past half year—the Gild and Ink, the Inkwell, the Feather & Parchment, and Four Scribes in House. They all stood closest among the crowd before the council, all except for those of the Upright Quill.
Masters Pawl a'Seatt and Teagan stood off at the hearth's left end.
Wy
Last night in the cell the captain had specifically asked about il'Sänke's whereabouts. But why hadn't Rodian asked about anyone else?
Premin Sykion raised her hands to quell the buzz in the hall from too many speculating discussions. She stepped up on the hearth's frontal ledge. Domin High-Tower stood nearby, below on her right.
"After much consideration," she began in a clear voice, "regarding recent events, the council is forced to make changes that will affect those involved in the translation project… and indeed everyone residing at the guild."
She paused and looked around the quiet hall.
"We wish no speculation to cloud our intent, so we have called this gathering. It has been decided that no further folios, nor any work related to the project, will leave these grounds for any reason. Therefore, we will engage scribes from only one shop to come each day to accomplish their contracted work… here within our walls."
Soft whispers grew to murmurs among the crowd, until Wy
"Which shop?" demanded Master Calisus of the Feather & Parchment.
Premin Sykion cleared her throat. "We have engaged Master a'Seatt's staff of the Upright Quill. In a recent attempt to assist the city guard his shop was damaged, and we feel partially responsible."
"My shop was ransacked before his!" shouted Master Shilwise of the Gild and Ink. "And far worse, from what I've heard. But I don't see the guild offering me compensation."
"All scriptoriums have done worthy service for the guild," Sykion returned, "but Master a'Seatt's kept the best schedule and often provided additional assistance… beyond the commonly shared high standards you have all shown."
"Standards be damned!" Shilwise snapped, and even discontented Calisus appeared startled by his vehemence. "I've put aside too much other work trying to meet the guild's requirements and schedules—and you still have a contract with my shop! I won't be pushed out like this. My scribes should be brought in as well."