Scion of Cyador

CX

Lorn bows after he closes the door and enters the study of the Majer-Commander. “Here are the reports of the last meetings, ser. You requested that I deliver them personally.”

Without looking up from the scroll he peruses, Rynst gestures for Lorn to seat himself on the far side of the wide table desk. Lorn does so, his eyes momentarily taking in the cloudy morning, and the Palace of Eternal Light framed by the window behind the senior lancer officer.

Rynst finally sets down the scroll and shakes his head. “What did you find out when you met with the Third Magus?”

Although he had not mentioned the meeting to anyone, Lorn is scarcely surprised that Rynst has discovered that it took place. “Not that much, ser. He is troubled by the confidence that the First Magus places in Rustyl, and he expressed a certain lack of surprise that I had never met the father of my sister’s consort.”

“Why did you go?”

“My father’s last letter to me, the one he left in his papers, requested that I pay my-and his-respects.”

Rynst nods. “Do you intend to visit him again?”

“No, ser. Not in his study. Not unless you have a duty for me.”

“I note a careful phrasing there.”

“My best friend is likely to become the consort of his daughter. If this happens, I may see the Third Magus again.”

“Ah…” Rynst smiles, somewhat more warmly. “He is the one with whom you spar.”

“Yes, ser. He is very good.”

“That is what Commander Lhary said. In fact, the commander suggested that the young man might have made a good lancer officer.”

“I told Tyrsal that, ser, but he did not believe me. If I might relay the commander’s observation…?”

“You certainly may.” The Majer-Commander pauses, as if to signify his desire to change subjects. “Majer…” Rynst draws out the title.

“Yes, ser?”

“I have not spoken to you about your report. Nor will I for a time.”

“Yes, ser.” Lorn waits.

“The Captain-Commander has expressed some interest. Has he inquired of you?”

“He asked if I had completed it. I told him I had submitted a draft and that you had made no comments.”

“A draft. Very good phrasing, Majer. And what did he say then?”

“He said that you would read it, and that you would use it in the best fashion to benefit the Mirror Lancers.”

“Anything more?”

“Only that I should not expect recognition for my work, that the Mirror Lancer Court was not the place for such. I told him that such was what I expected.”

Rynst glances at the reports Lorn has set on the desk.

Lorn eases them across the polished wood.

“Luss is right. For that you can be thankful.” Rynst nods brusquely. “You may go.”

“Yes, ser.” Lorn rises and bows before turning and departing the study.