“I wonder if she’d let others in on your dawn training sessions.” Mischa looked hopeful.
“I don’t know.” Rhysa was a little uncomfortable with the way Mischa looked at her. That burning desire was in his eyes, though no sense of immediate threat. “You might ask Elise.”
Astith looked past Tathan at Rhysa. “Is she the one running your morning sessions?”
“No. It’s someone named Daffyd. I’m not sure what his job actually is.”
“Oh, he’s one of the trainers for the House Guard.”
“I wonder if Lady Kasteryn will take a hand in your training,” mused Mischa. “They say she’s very good with all kinds of weapons.” He shook his head in disbelief. “She’s too nice to know violence so well. She’s also pretty enough to have been at least an artist’s model when she was younger.”
Tathan snorted. “You think she’s pretty enough to be one now.”
Mischa started to smile, then his gaze flicked between Astith and Rhysa and he shifted uncomfortably. Astith snickered, and Tathan rolled his eyes. Rhysa guessed this was a common target of teasing for Mischa.
Astith turned her attention to Rhysa. “So you’re to be trained to replace Elise when she’s manumitted?”
“I think so. That’s certainly how things seem to be shaping up.”
Tathan nodded sagely. “I don’t think it’ll be too difficult for you to learn.”
“Oh?”
“You already have the reserve part down pat.”
Rhysa nodded in mock solemnity. Mischa snickered and Astith giggled. Tathan grinned at her.
A slave approached the table then. “There’s a carriage here for you, Rhysa.”
Hiding a smirk at the shocked faces of Tathan and his two friends, Rhysa stood and walked quickly out of the eating hall.
Rhysa approached the House Orb for House Hermestus warily, and with more than a little trepidation. When she placed her hands on the Hermestus House Orb, though, she felt no pain—only a warm tingle as the magic energy passed through her. She saw the magical energy flow from the Orb up one arm and down the other. The magic etched the House Sigil of House Hermestus on her upper left arm while Rhysa watched with interest.
Lord Hermestus began her medical training with anatomy. He was less interested in drilling the names of bones, muscles, nerves, and the like, than he was in making sure she understood how they all worked together. That first day, Rhysa learned about bones: what they’re made of, how they fit together, how they repair themselves. She was glad Lord Hermestus’ lessons were not the last set of the day. As interesting as this might become, it certainly started out as a very dry subject.
When she went to House Amonteus, she was still a little hesitant about being marked by the House Orb, though not actually afraid. Again, she felt the warm tingle as magical energy flowed through her channels. As with House Hermestus, she saw the sigil of House Amonteus being etched into the skin of her right arm. She was now marked as a slave belonging to three Houses, though House Kasteryn most definitely seemed to have the strongest claim, if the size of the mark was any indication.
Rhysa followed Lord Amonteus into a building that seemed to consist of a single, empty room. One wall was lined with mirrors, and there were several doors on the opposite wall. On the far side of the room was another door. In short, it looked like the training hall Lady Kasteryn had shown her. When she mentioned it, Lord Amonteus nodded.
“It is a training hall, though unlike most salles, we will fill the area with various obstacles as you progress through your training. For now, though, we will leave it empty. You have two tasks for today: learn the spell that will hide your markings and walk across this hall without being heard.”
Lord Amonteus walked across the wood floor. Rhysa noticed he did indeed move absolutely silently. She also noticed he didn’t appear to be walking any differently. When he reached the center of the floor, he turned and grinned at her. He produced a blindfold and put it on. Then he held out a hand and a small ball of light appeared above it.
“If I hear you, I will throw this at you based on the sound I hear. If it hits, it will leave a temporary, painless discoloration.”
It took her a couple of hours before she could walk across the floor without getting marked. Lord Amonteus’ hearing was acute, and he could zero in on the smallest sound. Each time he marked her, he told her what he had heard and demonstrated how to avoid that noise. When she finally made it across the floor, he stripped the blindfold off and smiled.
“Well done. It’s not as easy as it sounds, is it?”
Rhysa shook her head. “I thought I could move quietly. I guess there is a large difference between “quiet” and “silent”.”
“True. Now to your second task.”
It didn’t take long for Rhysa to pick up the knack of wrapping an illusion around her arm or across her back to hide the tattoos. When she asked him why it was necessary, he merely replied that since no slave was owned by more than one House, it would be necessary to have only one mark visible at a time.
“And I want you to get used to maintaining it at all times. So when you’re in my House, only my sigil should be showing. Likewise, when you’re at Amelia’s house, only the Kasteryn sigil should be visible at any time. The same goes for displaying Bryn’s sigil while you’re in his house. If any of us sends you on an errand, you should make sure only that sigil is visible. When in doubt, display the Kasteryn sigil.”
Once more, he walked to the center of the room and put the blindfold on. With the added necessity of maintaining the illusion, it took Rhysa another hour or so before she could get to the other side without being marked. Despite the simplicity of the tasks, she was sweating by the time Lord Amonteus dismissed her to Lady Kasteryn’s waiting carriage.
This first day of training had been exhausting; yet when she looked back at it, she found she’d enjoyed it all—even the dry subject of bones. She definitely looked forward to the next day, though she wondered if she could persuade Elise to return the favor of a backrub before bed.