THE ORATION OF SILAS (2)

Senate Hall

"Milady, here is your seat," a university attendant gestured to Duchess Julia. She took her seat beside the imperator and waved her hand at the attendant, who swiftly exited.

"Imperator Ulferth, it's been a long time," she said, but there was no joy in her voice. Ulferth stood and bowed.

"My lady, it is an honor."

"I have heard troubling news from this place," said Julia, narrowing her eyes.

"My lady, I—"

"Are you going to offer me excuses, Ulferth?" said Julia coldly. Her gaze is cold; her tone was challenging. If Ulferth speaks, then maybe this patron of his, would see that as a sign of insubordination.

Ulferth fell silent.

The university had always been a place to freely express ideas, but one must not forget who constructed it and whose gold maintained their scholars, consuls, and reputation.

Ulferth said nothing but let out a quiet, pathetic whimper. The Lady was charismatic, like her son.