With that, she dropped him a curtsy — correct to the letter in technical exactitude but devoid of any genuine respect — and darted past him, seizing the arm of the astonished Zoë to propel her and Cerys on along the corridor. All three of them were shaking by the time they gained the safety of the cloister yard — though at least Father Septimus had not followed them.

«Alyce, you mustn't taunt him!» Cerys whispered, eyes wide. «He's a pompous idiot, and everyone here knows that, but his brother is a bishop».

«All true», Alyce agreed, «but he is not my confessor! And he can't excommunicate me just because I voiced an opinion differing from his».

«Don't be too certain of that», Zoë murmured.

But the matter seemed to drop there. There were no repercussions during the following week — and Father Septimus was coolly civil enough in class. Still, Alyce told Father Benroy about the incident, and Jessilde — and also Mother Judiana, when Jessilde urged her to go to the convent's superior.

Judiana heard the report in silence, making no pronouncement about the relative appropriateness of the behavior on both sides; but before summer's end, a new chaplain came to Arc-en-Ciel, a merry catechist called Father Malgar de Firenza, and Septimus de Nore found himself transferred to a prestigious parish in Cassan. Nothing was ever said of the circumstances behind this transfer, which had also been a promotion for Father Septimus, but all the community breathed a little easier for his departure.

That summer also brought a surprise visit of old friends from home: Sé Trelawney and Jovett Chandos, knighted the previous Twelfth Night in Rhemuth, who arrived bearing letters and gifts for the demoiselles de Corwyn from their brother and their father. With the two young knights came their old tutor from Castle Cynfyn, Father Paschal Didier.

The arrival of two handsome young men at Arc-en-Ciel set many a heart aflutter, even though the pair were allowed no farther than the guest parlor and chapel. The bearded Father Paschal inspired more thoughtful contemplation, elegant and somewhat exotic in his flowing black robes and the black, flat-topped cap of the R'Kassan clergy, with knotted prayer beads wrapped around one wrist.

The priest's visit came as something of a surprise, albeit a most welcome one. For while his previous remit ostensibly had been the religious and secular education of Corwyn's heirs, it also had included instruction in other disciplines apt to raise eyebrows in his charges' present circumstances — a resumption of which their father now proposed.

«The choice is yours, child, if you would rather I not proceed», Paschal told Alyce, when she and Marie had read the pertinent letter from their father and passed it on to Jessilde, who had brought them to this meeting in the guest parlor. Sir Se was standing with his back against the door, head bowed; Sir Jovett remained in the corridor outside the room, as further security against interruption.

«I will not deny that there is some small risk in what your father has asked», Paschal went on, «but both he and I believe the risk is acceptable. And Lady Jessilde, I have permission from your mother to include you in the instruction I give to Lady Alyce and Lady Marie, if you wish it».

«I don't understand», Jessilde murmured, her face pale beneath the white of her novice veil as she looked up from the letter. «How is this possible?»

«That one of our blood may validly wear this?» Paschal replied, briefly lifting the plain wooden priest's cross that hung against the breast of his black robes. «Let us merely observe that not all the world is like Gwynedd. I am Bremagni-born, though I was educated at Nur Sayyid and the R'Kassan seminary at Rhanamé. It is true that, even there, our kind must go warily, but perhaps because of the Torenthi royal house, the Eastern Patriarchate of Holy Mother Church has always been… 'flexible' regarding holy orders».

«Flexible?» Alyce said.

Paschal shrugged and smiled faintly. «One of the privileges — and duties — of the Patriarch of Torenth is to preside at the empowering of Torenthi kings», he said. «This requires certain… skills… that are nowhere to be found among Gwynedd's clergy.

«The Eastern Hierarchy acknowledges the usefulness of such skills, at least in moderation, but also recognizes the potential for much abuse, should their number come to be dominated by men who can wield such powers. To minimize this danger, Eastern canon law stipulates that human bishops must always constitute a majority within the hierarchy. Thus far, the measure has proven effective».

«A practical resolution of a very real human fear», Jessilde said thoughtfully, nodding agreement.

«Father Paschal, I can tell her about this later», Alyce said impatiently, finally daring to interrupt. «Are we to have a session today? How long can you stay?»

«Patience, child!» Paschal said with a laugh. «We have leave from your father to abide here for several days, and I have already explained to Mother Judiana concerning your father's wish that I brief you regularly about the state of affairs in Corwyn and Lendour. She has agreed. In return, I have offered to celebrate Mass tomorrow morning, to give respite to the chaplains of this house. But we shall need to be both concise and circumspect about your 'briefings, as you can imagine».

Marie, hitherto largely silent, glanced at Jessilde, concerned. «Is it safe for him to do this in a religious house?» she whispered, wide-eyed.

«So long as we exercise due caution, there should be little danger», Jessilde replied.

«Precisely», Paschal said. «To that end, I have been obliged to somewhat restructure my methods of instruction — and the presence of Sir Se and his companion should ensure that we are not disturbed without due warning. In the future, should they not be able to accompany me, I shall ask the three of you to keep watch, each in turn, while I work with the other — assuming, of course, that Sister Jessilde wishes to avail herself of my instruction», he added, with a glance at the young religious, who nodded.

«Excellent. In a moment, then, dear Sister, I shall need leave to probe behind your shields, so that I may assess your present level of ability. You will kindly prepare yourself. And Lady Alyce, you will come and sit beside me, please», he added, seating himself near the window and parting the bench beside him. «With your permission I should like to resume your training by imprinting a set of 'lessons' for you to contemplate until my next visit. Then I shall do the same for your sister — and also give you the 'briefing' that Mother Judiana expects you to receive, if not in the manner she expects».

Alyce smiled as she came and sat beside him as instructed, seizing his hand to kiss it in affection and respect.

«Thank you, Father», she whispered. «I have longed for this day».

«I know, little one. And believe me when I tell you that you are a worthy pupil. Relax now and open to me», he instructed, passing his free hand downward before her eyes, which closed as she felt a familiar lethargy wash across her consciousness, product of training triggers set long ago, master to pupil.

«Excellent… now deeper… Good…»

Thus did the Earl of Lendour's household chaplain take up his tutorial duties again, not only with Alyce and Marie de Corwyn but now with Jessilde MacAthan as his pupil as well, in quarterly installments that soon took on a rhythm of regular and welcome visits. Though Sir Se and Sir Jovett did not always accompany him, as Earl Keryell made increasing use of their services, Paschal brought letters from both young men when he could, and almost always from Ahern. Keryell's letters were less regular, perhaps at the instigation of his new wife, but Alyce and Marie were relieved to note that no new Lendour heirs were forthcoming.