Chapter 45: Nine Of Pentacles

The bells tolled in grief for the Archbishop. They'd rung all day and night since the cathedral announced his passing. Torrance almost stopped hearing them, then a word would get overlaid by the ringing of a bell and he would remember again.

He went from one part of the city to another checking on schools, watching secretaries look over papers or interview instructors. While he watched, they would serve him tea and biscuits. Often on the napkin lay a sign. Nothing obvious, often a toothpick, but it told him Suze's training had reached another part of the city.

Nobles and citizens had always moved in different circles, but in the last few years, they barely acknowledged each other at all. He was a rarity; he knew no other noble well outside of his own holdings.