The Priestess stood beside him, leaning her elbows on the edge of the bridge. The numerous bracelets on her wrists jingled, and under her robes, wrists covered in priestly tattoos could be seen.
“You saw the Baron today.”
“How did you-”
“The Mayor asked the Temple for a tutor for his daughter,” the Priestess answered him. “I will be the one teaching her.”
Eliol’s eyebrows shot up in amazement and he breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s good.”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes,” the boy nodded. “Very much so.”
The Priestess took a small leather pouch out from the folds of her robe. In it, she kept crumbs to feed the fish. She held out a handful to the boy and he began throwing crumbs into the canal, watching the fish swarm around them and amusingly snap at the falling crumbs.
This was exactly wh
