At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.
"Saint Julian?" Elian's voice came through the wood. "The High Council is convening for the morning prayers. I have taken the liberty of having your travel garments laundered. I have also provided attire more suited to the spire."
Julian looked at the white silks. They were designed to make him look like every other priest in the building. He looked at Lucius, who was sitting up in bed, staring at the white robes with a confused frown.
Julian didn't open the door. He walked to the large travel trunk he had brought from the manor. He knelt and unlatched it, pulling out a set of deep-blue scholar's robes and a pair of sturdy boots.
Right, once a scholar, always a scholar.
In this place, he was going to live as a scholar, not as a priest or a saint.
"Your kindness is noted, Purifier," Julian called out. "However, I am most comfortable in my own clothes. Please wait a moment; we will be ready shortly."
