Interlude MCCXXII: Pouring Honey
Pouring Honey
Fourteenth Day of the Tenth Month 294 AC
Long range translocation was an expensive service, that fact could not be denied. Even in this age of growing sorcery when one's words could be cast from Sunspear to Bear Island without a care doing the same with people was nowhere near as easy. It is a spell of the Fifth Circle when most Scholarum trained mages would be lucky to see the third and fourth was proof of mastery. So from the outside it must have looked quite remarkable that the Ministry of Education was putting its resources to ensuring a relatively small number of students would be able to safely and reliably translocate across land and sea, to the schools in Sorcerer's Deep, yet still have days at home in the company of their families.
Minister Veda had heard the proposal called far less polite things than remarkable too, most often behind one's hand, though there was a public outcry for investigation stirred up by am ambitious school inspector in Volantis. There was an investigation of course and there was no sinister nepotism at the core of it either for there was one fundamental principle that all nobility functioned on, one that Veda had learned by careful observation: Follow the leader.
Of course what leader meant could change from lord to lord and knight to knight, at times almost frighteningly provincial, but ultimately it was a numbers game, for all the numbers came with names with long and storied histories. Persuade those at the top, those who are not known to be great loyalists to send their children to be educated in the capital, and the rest will follow.
Of course as the state was doing such a remarkable favor, access to sorcery that could not otherwise be obtained without far more coin than the recipients could hope to offer, it gave the demands of the Ministry far more weight. These children of nobility were already getting their special treatment, legally and above the board, and so they would be expected to excel not only in making friends in high places but in academic matters, which had so long been considered a thing apart form lordly matters west of the Narrow Sea, the domain of the maesters, grey, secretive and nameless.
The world that was being opened up to the sons and daughters of Westeros would be none of these, but instead spun of a thousand thousand colors like the wings of the Rainbow Serpent whose subtle blessing was upon these works.
Veda shivered slightly in her seat and tightened her hand around the cup of hot chocolate. She had many dealings with the pious, some with spirits bright and dark which had made the Imperium their home, but none with gods until she had come to the capital, yet one would have to be blind or weak of wit to mistake Zathir for anything but divine in his bearing and manner. In spite of her, or perhaps even because of her new understanding of the necessity of gods to shepherd the souls of mortals in a broken world, she had never thought to encounter religious precepts that so resonated with her own morals as these. Three glasses of strongwine had convinced her to attempt to 'make due'. She was not entirely sure what do do about a deity which promised her more than that. Ah, plenty of time to deal with that tomorrow, for tonight there was still plenty of paperwork to deal with.
Noble Studies: 60 +10 (Zathir) = 70 (Success)
OOC: I thought about doing this from the PoV of one of the new Westerosi students, but we have had many of perspectives like that from the various people you guys collected over the years for Viserys'
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