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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric comes into the sheltered courtyard, seeking somewhere to sit and think a while. It has been a strange few days. He meant to come quietly into to city, make a place for himself at one of the taverns singing for his supper and board.

But drawn in by the intellectual debate of the young men and the flourishing palace school, he’s caught out by his old tutor who recognises him - Alcuin, the new emperor’s favourite.

And now he finds himself lodging at the palace school, the centre of attention he never wanted here.

But the courtyard is cool and quiet and he sits down, letting himself have a moment to rest. Not noticing the young boy at first.

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[athelstanthescribe]

He nods earnestly.

"I might be here, or in the library."

[thewidewideworld]

"Never fear, Athelstan." Sinric says, a touch of foresight drifting into his voice and eyes. "You shine out like a beacon of hope. We will see each other again."