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222. Fits Together like Clockwork
🕑 Added 2023-01-27 08:00:02 +0000 UTCLike yesterday, Martel said little during his hours in the apothecary. Nora seemed to sense his mood, as she made little attempt of conversation. As soon as the bell rang, he finished up and left with only the briefest of farewells. In some ways, he was angrier at Nora than at Jasper; she had pretended to be his friend all this time, gathering information to be used against him.
When his work for the day was done, Martel left the Lyceum, hoping to also leave such thoughts behind if only for a while. It was Solday, and spending time with Shadi should cheer him up.
Walking through the market district, he noticed like yesterday, fewer people were on the streets. It could not only be due to weather, as today was pleasant without snow or rain, if a bit cold. Trade was slowing down, he surmised; much like a bear, Morcaster was entering hibernation for the winter. The docks were far less busy as well; no ships sailed from the north to the city, nor did any depart for the Western Isles across the great, open sea, with winter storms on the horizon.
As he reached the Khivan enclave, Martel saw the same repeated as the streets lay mostly bare. Yet he encountered an exception as he approached the small temple square. Lots of people had gathered, though he could not ascertain why from a distance. While he heard murmurs, people sticking their heads together or shaking them, nobody was shouting or brandishing weapons. Assuming no danger was afoot, Martel approached.
A pitiful sight met him. A Khivan family stood on the streets, several children huddled together with their mother. As for the father, he argued – or perhaps rather pleaded – with an Asterian man. Judging by his clothing and appearance, he did not worry about his next meal. He wore furs to ward against the cold, and he had an impressive waistline. Meanwhile, two others wearing armour with shields on their backs were busy hauling out furniture and belongings from the nearest house, piling it all onto the street.
Martel finally understood. The Khivan family was being evicted from their home, in the onset of winter. The Asterian man in furs, looking like a rich merchant and with no trace of mercy in his beady eyes, had to be their landlord. Martel understood why he had two guards with him; even if the crowd was peaceful right now, their expressions ranged from sympathetic to angry, and the novice could easily imagine them becoming riled up. Several of the Khivan onlookers began glancing at Martel, not in a friendly way; he realised that he was the only other Asterian present, which would make the Khivans inclined to regard him the same way they viewed the landlord. He hurried onwards.
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Reaching the watchmaker's workshop, Martel knocked and glanced around. Nobody had followed him or seemed to show him any interest, but he was still glad when Shadi opened the door and allowed him to slip inside. "I got something for you," she said with a grin. "Well, we do. And I guess it's not for you as such, but you get to carry it back."
"Well, now I am intrigued, though I'm not sure if I should be excited or not."
From the back room, Master Farhad appeared with a beautiful clock in his hands, same as the one taking on Martel's drawer.
"Your friend's clock is finished!"
Martel had completely forgotten about that. It had only been a way for him to help Shadi with money. "It looks amazing! Max will be so pleased."
The watchmaker placed the fruits of his labour carefully on the table in the room. "More of your friends want clocks, you tell them."
"I definitely will."
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Martel spent a merry while at the watchmaker's home, talking and laughing with Shadi while drinking tea. He still had a long way to go before he would enjoy the taste, but the company more than made up for it.
When he finally left, carrying Maximilian's clock inside a box, he walked the same way home. The gathering on the street had gone, as had the evicted family. Martel hope someone else had taken them in, given the cold night ahead. Morcaster had plenty of homeless people already.
As he reached the docks, Martel did not continue straight home, but instead went to the insula playing host to the Night Knives.
Marcus gave him a surprised look as he opened the door. "Are you meant to come by today?"
Martel took a deep breath. "I need your help."
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Sitting at the table in the apartment, Martel looked at Flora and Marcus. He had explained his predicament, though leaving out details that might incriminate Mistress Juliana or Master Alastair.
"Why did you not tell us before?" Flora asked.
"I was ashamed." And concerned that the more people knew, the greater the risk he got his favourite teacher sacked.
"Which is what this Jasper relies on. Marcus, stop staring at the box."
The warrior kept his eyes on the small crate containing the Khivan clock. "Boxes should not make noises," he muttered.
"But what should I do?"
"How did he find out about you? Our work together?" the earthmage asked.
"He works in the mail delivery. He must be reading all notes that don't arrive in envelopes. I think he also followed me here. And he might have had someone, who I thought was my friend, ask me questions without me getting suspicious."
Flora nodded. "Well, if he has no qualms about extorting you, and he has such access to information, I imagine he is doing it to others. And what's he spending this money on? Ì could well imagine he uses it to fund vices of his own. You must turn the tables on him."
"How? I don't have the access he does, and I can't follow him around when I have classes."
The earthmage opened her arms in a gesture conveying magnanimity. "What are friends for?" She looked at Marcus.
The warrior shrugged. "Why not? I'm bored anyway."
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Martel's character sheet (no change).
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That immediately made a gif play out in my head
Oh yeah it’s all coming together
