5. Lessons (Part 1 of 3)
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I've been told by my advisers (which is to say, my partner who writes a lot more serial fiction than I do) that I should post content more frequently, in smaller quantities. I said "What, like just a scene, every few days?" and she said "Yes" so I'm going to try this as an experiment. Let me know in the comments if this is a format you'd prefer, or if you'd rather have once-a-week chapters of 12,000 words.

The first class of Riley’s Tower academic career was, unsurprisingly, from the Academics department, and taught by Alexis. Headmistress Gaveny lurked in the back of the room, her expression unreadable; it wasn’t clear to Riley if she was there to offer critique or evaluation or just wanted to see how her odd boy student was getting along. He felt uncomfortably watched.

The classroom was notional, thankfully; Riley wasn’t prepared to deal with being one of four people in a vast lecture hall. Instead it was more like a small conference room, with an oval table made of dark wood, surrounded by comfortable upholstered chairs with carved wooden arms that looked like the claws of lions. Allie sat at one of the narrow ends of the elliptical table, with a slate board behind her on the wall, and a heat shimmer next to it revealed the presence of a celestial construct.

“Okay, let’s get started, everyone. I’m hoping you all settled into your new accommodations comfortably?” There were various nods; Riley was still iffy on the idea of sharing a communal bathroom – or more particularly, a communal shower – with three girls, but they didn’t seem to mind, so he’d put it out of his thoughts. He nodded as well.

“Good. Today I’m going to go over what we’ll be teaching you in the next year, and then we’ll save some time for questions at the end. And just so you’re all fully informed, this is my third time as a first-year instructor, so if I seem scatterbrained and disorganized, I promise it’s actually just me, not lack of experience.” She grinned, and gestured behind her without looking; the construct rose and now Riley could see that it held some sort of stylus within its shimmering distortion. The stylus swept across the slate, writing ‘Year One Structure’.

“We’ll start each day with Academics. That means my face will be the first thing you see every morning.” She tucked her fingertips under her chin, smiling, tilting to one side. A cute little pixie smile, staged for entertainment, but it worked for her. Something about her presentation and persona made cutesy gestures feel natural.

“I’ll just be reviewing what the day will contain, so there aren’t any surprises. Which department will get you for the morning session and which will get you for the afternoon session will change over the course of the year, but early on you should expect to spend a lot of time with Theory and Archives, which will likely be Nora and Key this year. And me, of course. I’m going to be in charge of keeping you safe, and getting you past the early bits of Sigil manipulation.”

The stylus had added ‘Theory’ and ‘Archives’ and ‘Academics’ as bullet points below the ‘structure’ header.

“So for today, we’re going to spend the entire morning session on meditative practice, because you need to be in the right frame of mind to even perceive Sigils, much less call them, and you’ll need to be able to do that as reflexively as catching yourself when you stumble. This afternoon, you’ll go to the Archives and learn about the Index, and explore the upper level. Bring a snack from the dining hall; you will probably get lost in the Archives.”

Riley looked closely at her expression, trying to determine if that was a joke or not, but her smile was unreadable. Eve looked worried, of the others, but Eve seemed to have resting-worried-face so he wasn’t sure if that meant anything or not.

“Mornings start here at 8AM, and then from 9 to noon, you’ll have your morning session. After lunch, the afternoon session runs from 1:30 to 4:30, and then we break, and the rest of the day is left to you. Though, if you don’t have other plans, I strongly suggest you spend that time together, in your suite’s common room, reviewing and practicing whatever you learned that day.”

She put both hands on the table, and the stylus wrote a new header: “SAFETY”.

“Which brings me to the first and most critical rule we’re going to require you to follow. And before I explain it, I want to make something clear, because I don’t want you surprised by this later.” She took a careful breath. “There isn’t really any system of punishments here. There isn’t any kind of disciplinary regime. It’s not worth the time of any Adept, whether in Academics or otherwise, to enforce anything like that. There’s just one punishment for any infraction.”

She gestured to Gaveny, who spoke from the corner where she lurked. “You’ll be referred to me. If you’re referred to me three times, you will be Sealed and sent home. There is no appeal.”

Allie nodded. “Okay, the first rule. The most important rule. You may not practice anything alone.” She swept her arms open, indicating all four of them. “You are in a cadre for a reason, and that reason is safety. You’re going to be messing about with some of the fundamental forces of the universe, and while this is the safest place to do that, even here you could cause yourself or your teammates serious and even lethal harm.”

Riley wondered at the way she said ‘lethal harm’, the slight hesitation on the word ‘lethal’. Something had happened, something she’d seen or known of or been a part of. She wasn’t talking about this as an abstract idea.

“I’m telling you this because I’m about to start teaching you meditative practice, and that seems like a simple thing that you can try for yourself whenever you like. Resist the temptation. Meditation isn’t dangerous, not directly, but this is the time to start reinforcing habitual behavior, so you will practice meditation with each other and only with each other. This starts today, right after this lesson. No experimentation. No solo exploration of the cosmos.”

She paused to let this settle. Riley looked around at the others, who were all doing the same. He suspected they were all thinking the same thing he was: we’re really stuck with each other, aren’t we? They’d known this from orientation, but the physical reality of it was something else entirely. Every day, spent with these three women.

I wonder what they do if we don’t get along?

But of course he knew the answer to that. His eyes flicked to Gaveny. Three strikes and then Sealing.

“Now, questions?”

Suliat said, “When you say ‘together’, do you mean all four of us?”

“As often as possible, yes, because you’re all expected to be progressing at the same rate. But the rule is ‘at least one other cadre member’, so you don’t have to stop working if someone has an appointment.” She grinned. “Or a date.”

“What about other Adepts or Novices?” Himari asked.

“No. It has to be at least one of your cadre. Even in class, even with an instructor, even with the Headmistress herself.” She shrugged. “It seems arbitrary, I know, but the rule is, again, meant to ensure you all progress at the same rate and get used to the thought of working together on everything until it’s reflexive.”

Riley said, “How long does this stay in effect? I mean, you haven’t been running off to get someone from your class to back you up since graduation, have you?” He was thinking of Therese’s telltale Working from the orientation interview.

“The cadre-only rule is for the first year. In year two and three, it’s relaxed a bit, and an Adept can substitute for one of your teammates, but you’re still encouraged to always have a cadre member present.” Allie sounded subdued as she continued. “Because some of you might decide to leave after the first year. Or might leave for other reasons.”

Riley wondered if any cadre had ever lost three of its four members before. He didn’t ask, because he had a sense that Allie really didn’t want to talk about expulsion at all, and certainly not after that ominous bit about safety earlier.

After that, the questions scattered into minutia and logistics.

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