The knock on the door was startling being unexpected, and made Tor feel stupid when he jumped up as if he'd been caught doing something wrong. It was an old habit, one that fit perfectly with the space he was in. His old school dorm room.
Tor's wasn't sure, but it seemed like it had been left unoccupied in the year he'd taken off from school, almost two years now really, which made everything that had happened in his life seem just that much more unreal. Silly even.
Someone had cleaned it, but the beds were the same, and no new scents added at all except a slight hint of stale dust and possibly a little mildew.
When the door opened he found himself facing an old man, upright of carriage and lean, but with a friendly smile on his face. Kyle Hardgrove, the Dean of Lairdgren School. It wasn't really a shock, once Tor thought about it for a second, since he'd asked to meet with the man about his living situation. It was just that he'd only left the note at his office a few hours before. In a situation like this, a student simply requesting a meeting, Tor had expected to be put off for days, maybe longer on the topic. Then summoned to the office, if the Dean had time for the issue at all. It wasn't like the man had to hop to some kids whims, right?
“Dean Hardgrove!” Tor tried to make his voice sound happy to see him, which wasn't too far off; the man was always kind to him after all. Always a lot easier to like gentle people than not. “Come in, please.”
The Dean looked around the room, and Tor understood immediately what was going on, the old pale eyes searched for clues, noted that nothing had been unpacked yet and that Tor had simply been sitting on the edge of his old school bed, not doing anything. The imprint of his backside still rumpled the drab tan bedspread. They exchanged bows, his going lower than his visitors, because the school was his place and he was, in a very real way, the King here. Or at least the Captain, kind of like on a sea vessel. Either way he outranked Tor in just about every way imaginable. Tor offered the corner of his bed to sit on and sat himself down on the hardwood floor, making his head incredibly low by comparison.
“Tor. So, is there some problem? I notice you haven't settled yet…” The open handed gesture used took in the whole room, which obviously hadn't been touched. Still the man had bothered to observe the fact, which said a lot about him, didn't it?
Not everyone looked all the time. Tor knew he didn't see everything himself. He missed most things in fact.
“Um,” Tor said brilliantly, his face going red before a single sentence could be gotten out. Wonderful. Maybe he could impress the man into giving him what he wanted by stammering him into submission?
“I'd kind of hoped to live off campus this year. I rented the lot next to the student store and put up a house already, but when we got here Ali and I, were told we had to live in the dorms? I… we're married… Is that right?” The words weren't very smooth, since Tor thought the idea of living away from his brand new wife was silly, but he didn't want to fight about it, just see if it could be fixed.
If he'd learned anything in the last year it was that going around starting fights almost never actually helped anything. Normally it just caused you to end up having to apologize later, knocking your head against the floor and hoping no one hit you too much.
Hardgrove smiled gently, an old man’s smile that indicated that from his lofty station of years he could see things a youthful looking eighteen year old couldn't. Probably true, but not exactly the place Tor wanted to start from.
“That's right. Students at Lairdgren have to live in the dorms, and before you ask, no, you and your wife can't share a room. This school has been here for a while, so the rules are pretty well set. If we start letting the wealthy, famous, or even the married, live on their own and do their own thing, then we end up with everyone else thinking they should be allowed to as well. It's happened before, and caused massive problems, so this isn't just some rule being enforced because “it's always been that way” or anything foolish like that.” The man shrugged and put both hands on the bed to push himself up, readying to stand.
“I don't want to be mean, but the tradition is that way for a reason. I hope you'll understand? Now, if you wish to use your own lodgings on your off days, or even after classes, you may, but you're required to sleep in your room on any regular school day. I know that I won't have a problem with you personally, but for those with you, please remind them that failure to do so means expulsion. It's a bit harsh, I know, but with noble children and young adults, we've found that fines just don't work for some reason. They eventually start to look at them as mere rent on poor behaviors.” The expression on the weathered face went wry then, telling him that to a lot of the students there, a few silver or gold coins just didn't mean that much all the time.
Tor looked down, feeling ridiculously young again suddenly. Not that he was old, but coming back as a fourth year student was harder than he'd thought it would be. Of course having taken a seat on the floor probably wasn't all that brilliant a move either. His behind hurt now and getting up would look awkward. Well, at least he wore regular school browns, heavy canvas that was both durable and about as un-stylish as you could get. By doing so it didn’t look like he was flaunting wealth or anything. At least it looked that way on the surface. It was really just a magical device that he'd made that approximated clothing and let the wearer pick what they wanted to have on with an incredible range.
This was school though and the students here wore brown.
Heaving a soft sight he stood, trying not to look half crippled, and shook his head a bit.
“Well, if its tradition there isn't a lot we can do about it. I don't want to make trouble, I was just hoping there might be a loophole for married couples or something like that. I could have missed it, since that's not really all that normal here.”
The Dean gave him a hand up, useless since Tor was standing already by the time it came, and clapped him on the shoulder, not hard enough to make the shield Tor wore turn on and stop his gesture but enough that the movement seemed real. The man smiled at him as if he'd said something particularly intelligent.
“Ah, Mr. Baker… It's always so refreshing to talk to you, do you know that? I have this same conversation ten times a year, some Count’s child that thinks the rules shouldn't apply to them personally or someone that has any of a hundred good reasons that make perfect sense to them and believes they should be the exception to the rule. You know, almost every one of them gets angry and tries to pull rank rather than just simply asking if there's a way. There isn't, but it's always nice to get out of a room without being screamed at.”
That earned a soft chuckle from Tor. What was he going to do? Blast the man through the wall for not giving him what he wanted? If it was a rule, it was a rule. Tor said this, his voice innocent enough he thought. The Dean patted him on the back again.
“Well, everyone on campus probably expects you to get special privileges, being the only Master Builder we've ever had as a student here. Even the Instructors are a little nervous. Don't worry though, I told them to just pile on the extra work and make certain you really earn your grades. Obviously we'll give you a bit of slack because of the war, and your efforts towards that, but otherwise don't expect the same cushy treatment you got before. The expectations on a master of anything are automatically higher. Even when studying another field of endeavor.” A smile came with the words at least. It was hard to see behind the long gray beard that went halfway down the black and green velvet tunic, but it was there.
Swallowing a little nervously Tor nodded. He knew that the whole timid look didn't really fit him very well, since he only looked about fourteen still and being shorter than almost everyone at the school they tended to think of him as younger than that at times. He was eighteen though and should act his age, of course. He straightened and tried to look more confident, after all, he was a Knight now and had to at least not act like a coward when he could help it.
The Dean exchanged small talk for a bit, discussed the school term that would start in a few days and what classes he had scheduled. Some of them were totally new to him, like economics and music. He still had combat training in the afternoon, only now he was considered a full senior student, based more on life experience than actual skill, he figured. That meant that if he missed a class he'd really be in for it. The punishment before had been scolding and extra lessons. Now it was probably that plus a real beating or two. Sure, disguised as “practice” instead of a whipping, to let him save face, but that just meant you got hit with much heavier tools in the end. Some of the instructors could probably cripple a man with a practice sword. Not that he knew who was teaching here now.
In the morning there was meditation and advanced build theory. That class in particular sounded exciting, since it was actually in his main area of study. In the last year he'd done a lot of building, making magic and copying magical devices, but, while it was kind of the Dean to call him a master, that wasn't true. He had so much to learn still. So very much. Even if it was one of the investigative classes, meaning he had to figure things out for himself more or less, just having the time to do it and some suggestions as to what to look into was more than worth coming back to school for.
That and the fact that his wife was here.
Sure, Alissa was only fourteen, and hadn't had a lot of education in the last three years, unless you counted being a runaway and falling in with a gang of girls thieves that sometimes sold her to men on the street for a lark as a learning experience. It didn't help with reading and writing much, Tor had discovered, so they'd spent the last month trying to get her up to speed that way. Rolph, his school roommate, had helped them both brush up on math as well. It had been really nice of him, since as heir to the kingdom, he could have just gotten someone else to do it and called it good, instead of taking time each day with them himself.
But then, Rolph was a good friend.
Well, the room situation wasn't the greatest, but they'd manage. He'd just have to see her in the evenings and his off days. Of course he was already expected to spend most of his non-study time working, if only by himself, copy work for the kingdom, his retail business partners and any assignments he got from the King. That had been hinted at when he'd left the Capital for some reason, but Tor didn't really get why. What could he do that someone else couldn't do better? Still, that was his job being a Knight, and some of the things coming up were going to be downright freaky.
Like going to Austra, pretending to marry a completely insane girl so that her mentally unhinged father would let his guard down and he and his grandfather, Count Lairdgren, could rescue their brother from a cell under the man’s palace.
That “brother” part was tricky to explain, so Tor just summed it up for himself for the fiftieth time and hoped he didn't have to explain it too real people too often. Lairdgren was an Ancient, Denno Brown was his brother, made from the same basic materials, some three thousand years before, and Tor was a nearly exact copy of his grandfather, only eighteen, not thousands of years old.
Tor grinned and did some math, in two days he'd be nineteen. On the first day of term this year. Now all he had to do was subtly remind someone and maybe he'd get a cake out of it. Last year it had been totally forgotten until over a month later. Not that cake was that hard to come by, he could make one himself after all, but it was the thought that counted.
Shrugging he set up his trunks and decided what was staying in his room here and what could go over to the house that he and Alissa had set up earlier, a decently large three story affair that looked nice on the outside, but not out of keeping with the schools buildings in color or shape. It was fantastic inside, most of the rooms based on what the inside of the King’s palace looked like. They'd altered some of the colors and at times made changes to the decorations, but that was the neat part of having a magical dwelling, you were never really stuck with just one thing. Plus it was free, except the land rent, and he had that for two years, already paid in full. It had made sense at the time, but now it seemed a mistake, since they couldn't really use it. Well, oops? Tor chuckled to himself. He could always store visitors in there after all. Let's his friends use it for parties or something maybe?
At least Ali was only two floors down, on the ground level and six doors to the right of his. Her roommate wasn't there yet, which he knew made her a little nervous, but at least she'd know some of the people here. Tor remembered how scared he'd been when he was new, until Rolph started looking out for him. Ali had him and Rolph though, and probably a few other people if Tor guessed right. No one had flown in with them, but the Prince would be in later that night, unless a real emergency came up. Plus some of the Royal Guard and probably some of the spies they were used to seeing around as well. That part of being a noble was just plain odd to him. Spies were everywhere. Even watching him. That anyone would bother just boggled the mind.
Well, always good to see a familiar face, right?
After he got unpacked, or more to the point, shifted his trunks around a little, Tor decided to go and see how Ali was faring, not knowing if he should expect tears, disappointment, or simply nerves. The answer was none of those. After he knocked politely on the door, he heard giggling and then, a moment later a male voice that sounded vaguely familiar called out.
“Just a moment please.”
It took closer to two moments before the door opened and both the people inside, his new wife and Ridley Dens, who was the oldest son of a Baron, and something of a friend of his, hadn't exactly gotten their clothing all the way back in place. Alissa sat on the bed still heaving a little and gave Tor a warm smile, waving him into the small space. Ridley step to the side to let him in.
“Tor! Um, not to be indiscreet, but we were just about to have sex.” The young man who was only about a year older than Tor, but actually looked it, said without being either defensive or scared about just blurting out something like that.
That, Tor knew, was a royal thing, a noble thing he corrected, trying to drop his country habit of calling anyone over a certain size “royal”. It was a thing of their society that people had a lot of friends and lovers. Ridley was good looking, fit, and had black hair not too different in color than Tor's really. The eyes were blue, not brown, but so were Alissa's, so if he got her pregnant, that could be written off well enough. Not that Tor really wanted a child yet, but since he couldn't get her pregnant, Ridley wouldn't be a bad match if they ever did want one.
Well, Tor wouldn't be able to for the first five hundred years of his life or so, which really meant the same thing when you got down to it. If Tor was going to have a child with Ali, it wouldn't be his. Tor shrugged and tried to grin a little, hoping it was kind looking. Understanding and didn't seem too jealous.
Ridley smiled at him warmly, it was a friendly thing. Inclusive.
“Would you like to join us?”
Tor blinked.
This, he decided almost instantly, was one of those situations where his backwoods upbringing was going to fail him horribly if he wasn't careful. Half of him wanted to hit Ridley for even trying something with his wife, though by their cultural training what they were doing was normal. Inviting him was even incredibly polite and understanding on Ridley's part really, if Tor was finally getting the rules for this kind of thing. It meant the other boy was basically announcing them true friends.
The other half of him wanted to run away, possibly screaming and maybe, just maybe, defensively wetting himself. Deep inside his personal battle cry rang out. Run away!
Instead, possibly showing how stupid he really was, Tor froze and blinked a little.
He was so not ready to have sex with a woman while another man participated. It was hard enough if someone else was just watching for goodness sake. But how did he say that without seeming rude or mean? Tor took a breath and decided to just start speaking.
“Um, well, that's a very kind offer. Thank you. Could I get with you on that later though? I really just came to check on Ali, then I have to get some work done before dinner. First almost real day back you know.” That, he hoped, would be nice enough. By the noble standards he'd been told that he came across as aloof or even stuck-up a lot, which was bad, but this was also pretty awkward.
Giving him a smile the other man nodded.
“OK. Let's get together in a couple of days for that then? If you're not too busy?”
Smiling, Tor nodded and hoped that he could find a way out of it in time, “I'll try to clear some time.”
With great effort and a little bit of meditative skill, Tor managed to leave the room without running or embarrassing himself overly. Of course now he needed to get some actual work done or else he'd look like a liar. Not that anyone would check, but he’d know. Chuckling to himself he went back to his room and sat on his bed, since it was more comfortable than the floor or his desk chair. The working supplies were no problem now that he'd started doing everything in stone, focus stone, a kind of compressed dirt that looked like glass most of the time, depending on the soil you used. What he needed to do now was pick a project that would test his ability to make copies, but wouldn't force him to damage himself while doing it.
At first, after he'd injured his own field, the information that made him… him, Tor had worried that it would cripple him for decades. But after only a few months his pattern was pretty much back to normal. He should be able to do anything he'd done before. Unfortunately that included a few stupid direct effect things that had done most of the damage to begin with. If he kept repeating that stuff, forcing his will too rapidly on reality, he'd end up falling apart in bloody little gobs of flesh. It was good incentive to not be a moron if ever there was one.
So, what should he do?
He decided on some old tried and true fields. Flying rigs and shields. If he hurried he could have a hundred of each ready by dinner, provided his field was as healthy as it seemed. If not… well, that would suck, but he could always do less if need be. Small batches, or maybe just focus on meditation for a while, trying to strengthen his pattern? That should work in theory, he thought. It would be interesting to try sometime.
The work went quickly, even on such large batches. He used deep level focus, but not the deepest he could manage now. Doing that tended to shift his own pattern too much. This way he could nudge the magical imprint into place a bit more slowly and without influencing himself that deeply in response. The truth was, in a small way at least, to make a magical device, you had to make part of your own pattern become the field you need. It was why he was better at copying fields he knew well, he understood suddenly. Then you used your own information, what caused you to have real form and be unique, as leverage to pry what you were working on into a new shape.
Still, just a little over two hours later he had two small boxes floating next to him in the air with bundles of flying rigs and shields like he'd planned. When he checked his own field he found… that he was fine. It was easy to feel the fields he'd just made within himself still, but they were fading fast and his own was taking precedence again. Good. As long as he allowed full recovery between work sessions he should be all right. Getting up to stretch he jumped as the door latch, a magical lock that he'd made years ago, suddenly flipped open and the door pushed in without hesitation.
Standing in the doorway was a giant filling the whole space, nearly totally. Red hair, still fairly short compared to Tor's own girlishly long locks, lean frame dressed in brown canvas, and standing nearly seven foot two now.
Rolph.
Tor didn't freak out or jump up and tackle the man, since they'd last hung out not two days before. Instead Tor tilted his head and considered the situation.
“You know Rolph, I don't think you're really going to be able to pull of the “Rolph Merchant” disguise much longer. Do merchants ever get to be over six-eight or so?”
Laughing his friend winked.
“Depends on who their dad is, doesn't it? I should be all right for now. Well, except that I'm rooming with the Wizard Tor. With all the freshmen girls beating down our door to get to you, I'll probably never get any sleep. Speaking of never getting any sleep, how’s Ali? I know you two planned on your own house…”
Tor explained his finding her with Ridley and tried to chuckle, though he actually felt a little jealous about the whole thing. Not to mention the invitation thing that happened because he was too stupid to find a cleaver way out of it. Rolph nodded and for once didn't laugh at his lack of noble knowledge.
“Well, you can just both have sex with her, it doesn't have to even be at the same time, and it will still count. You don't have to really do anything with him even. Just mention it to him first, when you're alone sometime. Let him know that you're friends and all, and that you don't mind sharing, but that you aren't into men. He'll understand, Ridley's good that way.” It was said as if the whole thing was perfectly normal.
Gah.
The large man's luggage followed him in, cases that Tor had made himself, but decorated to be very plain, looking like polished wood, but with no real decorations. It was about what any rich Merchant kid would have, except the part where they floated through the air. Even that was explainable, since his roommate made them, and gave them to him for free. It was even the truth, so he could swear it honestly. As he was setting up, Rolph glanced at the two boxes floating by his smaller friend’s bedside.
“What’s that?” A long finger pointed at the boxes, but the expression was a little skeptical. Rolph knew Tor well enough to get that it wasn't a collection of socks for the wash or anything like that.
“Oh, trying my hand at some simple copy work,” Pulling one of the shields out he held it up for inspection. It was dark brown and slick looking, that being the color of focus stone made from dirt in the area, and had a glowing green sigil in the center, an “S” with two lines through it cross ways.
“Flight rigs too. I figure that I can do up a few hundred and that way everyone can learn to fly here. I really want Ali to learn, and Ridley should too, if we’re going to let him be involved in our messes. Plus, everyone should have their own shield, right? I know Burks thinks everything should calm down for a while, but if he's wrong and someone tries to kill one of us I don't want some first year kid dying because I was too lazy or selfish to see to their well being.” Tor let his head come up. He'd done that before, not guarded the people around him like he should and nearly died trying to get everyone else to safety. He'd decided right then and there after the assassins were subdued and he'd finished crying, that no matter what, that wouldn't happen again. Not if it could be helped at all.
That got a low whistle from Rolph.
“Yep, I'm never getting to sleep again. “Oh Master Tor sir, I just love the devices you gave me… can I do anything for you? And I do mean anything.” Yep.” Voice going into a high falsetto the Prince shook his head and wondered if he could get one of those little noise canceling devices Tor made to silence the sex sounds coming from the other bed.
Tor threw his pillow at him, missing horribly, the soft thing landing all the way across the room and resting half against the back wall, half on the floor. The return volley from the tall red head was far more accurate and hit hard enough for his shield to activate and stop. Handy that, Tor thought, not being knocked to the floor for once. Getting up lightly he handed the pillow back on the way past with a soft sigh, retrieving his own before sitting down.
The room was the same size it always had been, but it looked smaller to him now. The wooden walls were plainer, the small desk each of them had to do schoolwork on seemed dingy and poor suddenly. That wasn't right though, it was a perfectly good room. He was just acting spoiled because of all his trips to the palace and his new magical houses.
Grimacing Tor looked around and tried to put his mind in a better frame. It was a good room. This had been the nicest place he'd lived until a little over a year before, it would more than serve. He'd been thinking about putting in one of the new bed devices, but decided against it then. Too much luxury and you stopped appreciating it. This was a good lesson for him, and since school was about learning it would make sense for him to pay attention to it, right?
Rolph suggested that they gather their current people up and go get something to eat. The dining halls weren't open yet, but the town had three good restaurants. Tor half wondered who all their people were, but everyone needed to eat, and spending gold meant that the people working in town would have some to spend and so on. He placed about twenty gold in a small velvet bag made for the purpose and formed a little pocket in his browns to put it in. Rolph shook his head at the amount, but Tor hadn't ever really gone to any of the places in town before and didn't know how many people he’d be paying for. Better to bring a little too much than to not have enough.
They found Alissa in her room with a young girl, also a first year, by the look of her and the fear in her eyes. The girl was thin and plain looking, especially compared to his wife's cute and busty look, they had about the same color light brown hair, almost a dirty blond, but the new girl's was done in the new standard look, a short military style bob. She wore brand new student browns, but was tall enough she was clearly a royal, a noble, of some kind. Alissa met him at the door with a kiss and a musky scent that meant Ridley hadn't been kidding about what they had planned earlier. Rolph got a hug from her, since they were friends now. Not lovers, Tor didn't think, but asking that would be foolish if he didn't want to know. Technically they were to related to get married, but there were things allowed in their circles between distant family members that Tor didn’t think were right at all.
Moving back to Tor, Ali pressed her breasts against his chest and smiled sweetly at him, already nearly looking him in the eyes. In a year she'd be a few inches taller than him or more and in three years she'd probably be near six-six or so. A giant compared to his five-four. He'd keep growing though and by about three thousand years old he should be about five-nine. The idea was ridiculous, but there it was.
“Tor, Rolph, this is my new roommate, Sheri. Um, Sherilyn Bonner, she's a Ducherina second, youngest in her family. Sheri, this is Rolph Merchant, who studies accounting here, and my husband, Torrance Baker. He's a builder. Also Countier four Lairdgren, but he almost never bothers with titles himself.” Ali sounded proud when introducing him, which made him feel a bit better about the scene earlier. At least she hadn't decided that Tor wasn't worth spending any time with yet. That would make for an uncomfortable marriage to say the least.
Tor smiled at Ali and then the new girl, Sheri. He tried to remember the name. How rude would it be to forget something like that?
“We were just going to go to dinner, would you like to come Sheri? The dining halls are closed until tomorrow at lunch.”
The girl went still and her breath caught. It could mean anything, but Tor had recently become aware of how many spies were around him all the time and decided to take action when he could. Focusing lightly, the girl’s pattern, and thoughts, came out clearly. Not in words or even emotions, but for a moment he knew what she was thinking and feeling. He just knew it.
Uneasy, because this was all new, and a bit ashamed, because her parents hadn't sent her with money for fine dining, just school supplies and some toiletries. If she spent her money now she'd feel that lack later. If she didn't there wouldn't be food for a day. It was a quandary for her. One she couldn't get out of without losing face. Not in her world. She steeled herself though, trying to find the nerve to tell these people she was too poor to go with them, so they wouldn't mistake her reluctance for distaste.
Tor nearly misted up, the emotions were so strong.
“I'm paying for everyone. We may even pick up a couple of others on the way, it'll be fun.” His voice was light and cheery, and out of all of them only Rolph got that something was going on.
Tor wasn't sure that he understood what exactly, but he grinned and looked down, as if feeling sheepish.
“Ah, that's true and I get to pick up the tip, because I kind of lost a bet with Tor… He bet me that he couldn't pick up my sisters. I mean, look at him, they should have been all over him, but no, all decorum and politeness. Go figure. Anyway, this meal is totally covered and for the bet we agreed at least six people had to come with to count.” He spread his hands and shrugged playfully.
Sheri stared and then laughed behind her hand delicately.
“Are you sure they weren't just discrete about it? I can't imagine a lot of women actually say no to him. Torrance? That's a nice name. I'd love to come, thank you.” Relief came out of her in waves and her stomached growled a bit already.
It was a giant thing, they were always hungry and the growing ones were generally worse about it than the adults. Going a day without food for the skinny Ducherina would have been like him going without for two.
Maybe three.
They walked into town, since it wasn't far at all and zipping along using Not-flyers would have been showing off here. In the Capital a few hundred people had them, the devices that let them float about four inches off the ground and travel way faster than could be run. Much more than that if they were military grade ones, which was all he'd bothered giving his friends. Plus Sheri didn't have one yet, so it would have been rude.
On the way they passed Ridley, who was with another young man, both dressed in all black, the material looking soft and expensive. Petra, one of Tor's girlfriends, had told him what it was called, but he couldn't remember the name at the moment. They were invited too, which made Ridley smile and seem pretty happy all things considered. Well, things could have been tense between them, Tor guessed, but it was a simple fact that Ali was going to have sex with other men. And probably women. At least Ridley would make sure to treat her properly and with respect.
Then they managed to pick up a young man almost randomly, a second year, that also needed food but was too proud to ask, and ran through the whole diner bet thing with him, including him without question. He was a scholarship kid and rather humbly let them know that, but Tor just shrugged.
“So you got in by earning your place rather than having it handed to you? Good. I don't think anyone here has a problem with hard work, do they?” The other new kid in black surprised him a bit by stepping forward and putting out his hand to shake.
“I'm Gersh, pleased to meet you.”
The boy ducked his head shyly and shook hands, clearly expecting a game or to be mocked, but hunger drove him to at least try.
“Henry.” He replied.
In all they had a round group of ten that was dressed in multiple dark shades, when the server in the restaurant, a fairly short woman only about three inches taller than Tor, wearing a pretty blue and red skirt and cream colored top, saw their plain clothing she balked a bit and didn't want to let them in. Tor cast his mind out again, just to see what the problem was. It was simple enough, she really doubted that they had enough to pay for the meal and didn't want to have her place of work ripped off. Ah. That kind of seemed sensible, if people didn't normally pay first.
Tor didn't know the protocol here, waving gold around was rude, but she certainly had a right to know that they weren't going to steal their dinners too. Rolph strode up and smiled charmingly at her.
“Perhaps a price estimate would be in order? What do you think ten meals with wine would likely come to?”
The woman took a half deep breath, her mouth forming lines around it from the pursing action that made her look older than her real years.
“About five coppers apiece for the lot, unless you get the most expensive items… So five silvers for the group, not counting desert or second helpings of wine. Harder spirits being extra.”
Smiling Rolf pulled several golds out of his pocket, the coins glittering in the late afternoon sun, since it was early still. They didn't want to miss the places working hours though. The woman smiled then and let them in.
So, sometimes it was OK to show gold, but you hid it from your friends and just showed the merchant? All right, now he just needed to find out if there were other rules involved too. Country rules were a little easier for him still. In Two Bends, there wouldn't have been a restaurant, so this whole scene wouldn't have happened at all. Much easier.
This wasn't, Rolph assured them, the most expensive place in town by any means, but the food was good and filling and they made a wonderful cold pie of cherries and cream. It sounded lovely to Tor, but he'd probably skip it himself. Places like this tended to serve way too much food for him to begin with. Or he guessed that would be the case, if they were charging five pennies per meal. That or the food would be better than the King’s table itself.
The food was good enough, not as good as what was served at the palace, but then what was? Tor had made better, but what he made wasn't always as good, he had to admit. The server was polite enough and good at her job, after they got past the hurdle of the front door. The place was wide open, with no dividers or separate eating rooms. It seemed rude to look around at the other people overly. Instead he stared at the ivory colored linen table cloth and focused on the people closest to him, Rolph was talking to Sheri about what classes she was taking, Music, math and culture, so not too different than what Tor had himself, he thought.
Ali was busily making eyes at the new boy, Henry, who wasn't that good looking, but seemed polite and intelligent once she got him talking. Ridley kept lightly kicking him under the table. At first Tor thought he was trying to be fresh with him, but it wasn't that, Tor got when the other man motioned with his head at a table across the room where a group of four rather loutish looking young nobles in the fine silk version of browns sat staring. Angrily.
They were a bit older, probably fifth or sixth year students and while it was hard to see who they were looking at, they certainty didn't seem happy about it. Probably him then. For some reason a lot of guys at school had always acted a little hostile. Well, Tor didn't want problems, especially with wealthy people that could afford good silk clothing…
He almost laughed when he remembered that he could afford nice clothing, he just didn't need it anymore. Feeling awkward wasn't going to help him so he sat and watched them covertly for a while. Whoever they were, the eye contact wasn't for him in particular, that much he could tell. It wasn't great magic or anything, they just barely noticed him. Nor was it directed towards Ali or even their new friend Sheri. Tor hoped those two would be friends at least. The girl seemed nice enough. They were either staring at Henry or Gersh, Tor decided. One of them, a man easily large and muscular enough to be a combat giant, rose and left, leaving the others to pay and rush after him.
It was a bit of an odd scene, but they'd left, so if they had a problem with his guests, they didn't seem inclined to do anything about it in the restaurant. That was good, because people that big would probably break stuff, especially if they got angry.
Tor decided to try some of the chilled pie after all, which was nearly as good as Rolph had told them, and settled the bill with the server when she told Rolph what it cost. She was standing over him so she saw the golds in the purse, but she just smiled when he gave her the two golds and returned with a handful of change a few minutes later. Rolph handed her the tip, which looked to be several silvers, not a bad bit of money considering it was less than two hours of work. Some people didn't make a half silver in a week.
Ridley nudged him on the way by, his upper arm pushing him lightly, but not enough to trigger his shield. Ali was on his other side, holding his left hand, so it was definitely directed at him and not something for his wife that simply missed the mark. The contact held longer than Tor was comfortable with, but he got the idea, they needed to be watchful in case of attack. Sure enough just outside the establishments red painted door, the men had stopped to wait for them.
Well. That was nice of them. Tor thought. Waiting on the street to cause problems instead of damaging the decor. The group he was with mainly had smaller people in it, even though most were a noble of some kind of another. Their collective plain clothing probably made them look a little poor or unimportant, but whatever the reason was, these men moved on Gersh as if they wanted to kill him on the spot.
Tor shook his head and stepped into the path of the biggest and most aggressive seeming of the bunch and everyone with him. Tan silks and leather pants, which were stylish, and way too hot if you didn't have a temperature equalizing device on, which this man didn't seem to at all, given the sweat on his forehead and under his arms. The dark patches on silk would leave salt stains and by noble standards make the shirt unwearable there after. It was a waste of materials then. Tor considered the whole thing for a moment and wondered why the men hadn't opted for cooler clothing. Being trendy was all good and fine, but it didn't matter who you were, waste was waste.
“Gentlemen.” Tor smiled, trying to look friendly, these guys may be attackers or they could just be looking to ask Gersh out on a date and going about it all wrong. Until he really knew being impolite was a bad idea.
“Can we help you with something?”
The big one stopped and peered at him, eyes still angry, but taken aback for some reason to see someone suddenly in his way. That man didn't look bright, but smart wasn't the only criteria of worth or value in the world, so Tor let that thought go for now.
“Um, I…” The man peered at Tor carefully and smiled. It wasn't an angry thing anymore, just baffled for some reason. A glance flickered to Gersh, then back, taking in the whole scene.
“I'm just going to talk to my brother, miss.”
Ouch.
Tor laughed and grabbed his hair, while everyone else stiffened a bit. At least Rolph and Ridley did. Getting something like that wrong could lead to a dual after all. The man didn't seem to mean anything by it though. Just a simple mistake, Tor being small, thin and having long black hair at the moment didn't help.
“So you're saying I really do need to get that haircut then? I've been worried about it, well, I'll do it first thing tomorrow.” Shaking his head he sighed a little. It really wasn't this guys fault, he knew. Not cutting his hair for over a year had left it running down his back, a look some of the noblemen could get away with, but then the ones that did were all huge and manly looking.
Everyone else winced again, this time including the big and not overly bright man in front of him.
“I… Forgive me please. I erred out of-” The man seemed to flounder for a bit so Tor let him off the hook with a waved hand.
“Nah, don't bother yourself over it, it's my problem not yours. I'll get it fixed. Now, you seem a little upset with your brother, is everything all right?”
That started the shouting match. The big one, who now that Tor got a good look did appear to resemble his younger and smaller brother a bit, was named Johan. At least that was what Gersh kept saying trying to get his attention long enough to explain how he was able to afford eating at the nice restaurant if their father hadn't given him the lion’s share of the school funds. It seemed that this year the funds they'd gotten were only about a third of what they had the previous year and their father had cautioned them to be more frugal.
Henry looked at the scene and spoke softly to the girls.
“It's the war with Austra. Even without huge battles yet a lot of the budget for the kingdom is going to pay for military buildup, so people that own businesses that don't deal with that area directly are losing money. It settles down so that the whole economy slows. The big merchants make more money for less work, and fewer people have jobs. Everyone is feeling the pinch now. If I didn't have this scholarship from the King, I'd be getting ready for a day’s labor at a mine somewhere to keep my belly full. That or trying to sneak into the army myself.” The boy pushed his light brown hair out of the way, it was slightly matted with sweat.
Rolph nodded after listening.
“That's not exactly correct, but the end result is about the like that. Even my parents sent me with half funds and told me to make do this year.”
That got Tor’s attention fast. Since he was doing so well it hadn't occurred to him that other people wouldn't be. His breath nearly froze in his lungs then. The reason they weren't doing better was even largely to do with him and the devices he made. What could he do about it though? It was frustrating. He knew that just giving money out wouldn't work, everyone had told him what a bad plan that was, but these people here, they were students. No one had time to get a job on the side, not a real one. Some of the poorer kids would even find themselves lacking funds for school supplies, just so he could have golds building up hand over fist in vaults around the kingdom. Gold he wasn't even using for anything.
“Um, Johan is it?” Tor said, the big man going silent suddenly, blushing and biting his lip, nodding and remembering that he'd just called the man in front of him a girl. That could lead to a fight, dual or even assassination attempt if Tor wasn't just going to really take the blame and fix the issue like he'd said.
“I paid for everyone and Rolph got the tip, so this situation at least isn't indicative of your brother having any extra funds at the moment. I'm sorry for any mix up or distress this might have caused you.” Bowing low he waited, the other guy could do anything now, including telling him to get out of the way so that he and his brother could have a row in the street. They were brothers, it wasn't like Tor could beat Johan up if they did fight.
Instead the man bowed back, nodding.
“Sorry.” It was mumbled, but seemed genuine enough. Really the big guy just looked horribly embarrassed again.
Rolph, being used to command started ushering them all back towards the school, smiling and laughing the whole way. Everyone else felt relieved enough to join in, problem averted, except Tor of course, who had no clue about what to do now. Ali walked up beside him and took his hand gently.
“You're always so brave. When I saw those big men coming I almost ran away in fright!” She sounded very young just then, so he gave her hand a squeeze back.
“Exactly the right thing to do in case of a real attack, even if you have a shield on. Don't be shy about it, no one expects you to jump forth and do battle at a moment’s notice or anything like that.” Wrinkling his nose he grinned at her and bumped his shoulder against hers.
“Honestly I shouldn't have done it either. It's never a good idea to get in between family members squabbling. If one attacks you, then you kind of have to protect yourself, but the rest would have to jump in and help them, because they're family, right? It was silly of me.” The shrug he gave her was distracted and slightly abstract, but she cuddled up against his arm as they walked, either not noticing or getting that her husband was just odd like that sometimes.
They stayed as a group though, some fourteen people, most of whom Tor didn't know at all. Probably half spies. Actually, the ones in black were literally spies, but not necessarily targeted towards him personally. As they passed the Dean’s office Tor sighed and led everyone inside. Gersh and Johan both looked down guiltily for some reason, but bravely strode to the front of the group, standing right behind Ali and Tor.
Ready for their beating or whatever they expected. Tor didn't care about that though. It had just been an argument after all. People did that.
There was a small waiting area, brown wood that looked a little gray with age and neglect, with a high counter of the same material in front of them. Behind it sat a sour looking man, Proctor Campbell, who stared at everyone in the group closely, as if memorizing their faces for arrest later. When he got to Tor he snorted.
“Trouble already?” Was all he said, his voice actually sounding like the man was sucking lemons before they'd come in. Did he keep one in his pocket at all times, Tor wondered? It must take something special to keep that expression so dour like that.
“Yes, but I'd like to speak to the Dean if he's in sir, if that's all right sir. I know he's probably hugely busy right now, but I promise to only take a moment of his time.”
The man harrumphed loudly and gave him a doubtful look, but didn't lecture him about how improper it was of him to come in demanding to be seen like some minor lord of the keep asking to see the head groomsman in the stables. A half minute later Campbell came back and said that they could enter.
“Thank you sir.” Tor looked at the group for a few seconds. Who did they really need?
“Um, Rolph, Ali, Ridley and… Henry I think, would you all come in with me?” It was a request and only Henry looked worried about it. Ali did feel worried, but Tor could only tell because he was getting to know her signs about such things. Her face had stayed perfectly relaxed and gone almost blank. With her, blank meant scared. Nothing in her life had trained her to do otherwise, not her abusive monster of a father or living on the streets for years.
They moved in quickly, Tor hurrying a little because the Dean really would be busy this time of year. It was the beginning of term after all.
“Mr. Baker? Is there a problem or is this about what we talked of earlier?” The tone was a little cool, clearly thinking that it might be another attempt to get his housing situation around.
Tor shook his head.
“No sir, I understand the importance of rules and tradition, it isn't that… Um, this is a little awkward, but I guess that a lot of kids aren't going to be coming well funded this year and, I don't want to embarrass anyone, but people should have food and school supplies…”
Sighing Hardgrove nodded, “Indeed. Unfortunately the school doesn't have a lot of extra resources right now. About half the students are new and on scholarship from either the King or Countess Printer. Amazing good luck for us, since she's starting her own school as well. Knows the value of education and threw some youngsters our way as well, but there's only so much we can do. Most of our people have already agreed to work for half wages as it is, just so we can stay afloat. I've personally set all my own coin towards that end and won't be drawing anything at all until things settle.” His hands went wide and the face under the gray beard grimaced. His bald head shone a little on top too.
This next part was what Tor dreaded most. How did he arrange things so that it wouldn't look like he was playing the big man and throwing golds around to impress people? Taking a deep breath he jumped in with his idea.
“Um, that's very noble of you sir. I… don't want to be…” Suddenly stuck for words? Grimacing himself he stammered on.
“Well, what I'm saying is that I'm footing the bill this year. I mean Lairdgren is. Um, the County Lairdgren Special Fund. It’s what we used to pay for the last King’s day celebration, in part. I have… some control over that.” Was that real enough? He was in line to be Count Lairdgren after all. The real point there was that Burks would back him on it. Tor hoped so at least. He might get a beating for overstepping himself though. “Um, School supplies and clothing, I'll provide devices to everyone for that, and right now I want to get permission to set this all up and kind of, um, keep it secret? Would that be all right? The funds aren’t the problem, but the Count can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to people doing things for themselves. I just disagree about that when it comes to students. We may have a fight about this later.
“ I was thinking that since Henry here seems to know economics, he could run the ledgers and handle payments for the supplies at the student store and Ridley could over see the rest and make sure everyone has what they need? He's personable and going to be a Baron some day, so it's good experience.”
They both looked flabbergasted, but the Dean smiled and gave a nod. It wasn't cold at all, but he did raise an eyebrow towards Tor and didn't actually smile.
“The Count mentioned the County Lairdgren special fund to me before as a matter of fact.” A small hint of a wry grin showing from under the thick beard.
“I seem to recall that being his pet name for your personal funds being held at the treasury.” The man didn’t seem to expect an answer at least, probably getting that Tor was trying not to make a big issue of the matter.
If he wasn't happy about it, Hardgrove didn't tell him to go away either, or seem upset overly. It made Tor feel very small, knowing that this very good man probably felt like he was belittling him. It wasn't his intent, but what could he do about it now?