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  Death’s Handmaiden

  Niall Teasdale

  Copyright 2020 Niall Teasdale

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  Contents

  Part One: The Girl Who Would Not Duel

  Part Two: Student Body Politics

  Part Three: Addictions

  Part Four: Quintessential Terror

  Part Five: Death’s Handmaiden

  Epilogue

  Part One: The Girl Who Would Not Duel

  Shinden Alliance School of Sorcery, Shinden, Clan Worlds Alliance, 235/1/10.

  The corridors of the first-year teaching building were thick with new students attempting to find their homerooms. The intake this year came to one thousand five hundred and sixty-two students which made for a considerable amount of chaos. Nava navigated the throng with a stoic expression on her face, maintaining a steady pace in the direction her ketcom had told her would get her to room two-twelve. Given that she had only received her first ketcom six months ago, she found it difficult to understand how she could use hers while everyone else seemed to be unable to. Ask the device for directions and you got them.

  Maybe it was just that everywhere in the building looked the same. It was a square building with a central quadrangle open to the sky. Each of the four floors had fifteen classrooms on it along with a few additional rooms for the staff and utilities. Each classroom contained a lectern for the teacher and thirty identical desks in rows of six. They all had doors off identical white corridors which had few signs to indicate where you were. You needed a ketcom to navigate the place, but it seemed that the students had forgotten what seventeen years of life experience had taught them. About seventeen years by the calendar Nava was used to; the Alliance standard was a four-hundred-and-nineteen-day year; the school took students of fifteen standard years and over. Nava had essentially regressed two years of age on coming to the Clan Worlds. Days on Shinden were twenty-three hours long; thankfully, no one seemed to be taking that into account in age calculations.

  Nava’s ketcom vibrated in her hand and she cut across traffic to the door she had just arrived near. Sure enough, a small sign above the door read 212. It was difficult to spot, but it was there. If everyone else was checking every door that way, morning lessons would be starting late. The door itself was open and she walked through into the classroom which, as per spec, had thirty desks and a teaching lectern. One of the walls was glass and the room was on the outside wall, so the view showed more of the white concrete buildings which made up the campus. Whoever had designed the Shinden Alliance School of Sorcery – SAS2 to its friends – had been into white concrete. In a few places, another designer had come along and added highlights in grey or black or blue, but the predominant colour was stark white, at least among the academic buildings.

  Quite a few desks were already taken, either with someone sitting at them or indicated by the presence of a school-prescribed student case resting on the seat. Nava began to entertain hopes of a prompt start as she headed for the window seat on the fourth row. She would be sitting behind a copper-haired girl with large green eyes and a spectacular bust who looked nervous. It was the first day of a new year in a new school; Nava imagined that people were generally nervous about that kind of thing, even if she was not. Very little unnerved Nava.

  Taking her seat, Nava hooked her case onto the hook at the side of the desk which was designed for that purpose. Then she pulled her ketcom out of its travel interface and slotted the slim plastic card into the slot on her desk which was also designed for that purpose. Without delay, the desk’s display systems lit up, requesting a password. Nava entered the string of sixteen random characters from memory using the desk’s virtual keyboard. Most people did not use passwords for secondary authentication, preferring the easy utility of facial or fingerprint recognition; Nava did not consider those methods secure enough. Now the display presented an interface to her ketcom, including an icon for accessing her personal files and another for approved classroom apps. There was also a clock, indicating that she had five minutes to wait before the teacher should arrive at eight thirty to begin homeroom. She was on time to within a few seconds of her expectations. Good.

  She was one of only four students sitting alone at their desks. Her, the green-eyed girl in front of her, a dark, sullen-looking boy in the back corner away from the window, and another boy who, for reasons unknown, was wearing glasses and occupying one of the central seats. No one wore glasses these days since correcting eyesight was a simple procedure. An affectation of some sort then. He did look like the studious type even though he was, by the standards of the day, neither unattractive nor unfit. Perhaps the studious appearance was just the result of the glasses.

  Everyone else was occupied with learning the identities of their classmates. They were standing around in groups, generally around a desk where someone who was slightly more attractive was sitting. The chatter was continuous and easily ignored though Nava picked snippets out of the conversations prior to rejecting them as meaningless. Sitting in a classroom with twenty-nine other people her age was going to be wearing. She was already looking forward to searching out her new accommodation after school; she had yet to see her apartment, having arrived at the school that morning.

  Nava returned her attention to the desk in front of her when a pair of green eyes glanced her way. The girl had a round sort of face with ginger eyebrows matching her hair, a small pert nose, full lips stained red, and large eyes with seemingly oversized, vibrantly green irises. Her skin was tan coloured which was not atypical of the population of the Clan Worlds. Nava estimated she was about five centimetres shorter than Nava’s one hundred and sixty-nine centimetres. Probably around fifty kilos. A substantial amount of that weight had to be sitting on her chest; Nava was a little surprised that the girl had failed to attract the attention of the class’s boys since the cleavage on display – and Nava had some choice things to say about the uniform design here – was impressive and the overall impression was quite beautiful. Still, the girl was looking at Nava with a smile which quivered on her lips. This was not a confident human. Not confident at all.

  ‘Hi! I’m Melissa Connelly Avorn,’ the girl said, all in a rush. ‘I’m studying support magic and metaphysics.’ A hand shot out, ready to be shaken, as though the owner thought it might be bitten off.

  ‘Everyone in this room should be studying support magic and metaphysics,’ Nava replied. She took the offered hand. ‘I am Nava Ward.’

  ‘Oh, I’m sorry.’

  That was a mildly perplexing reply. ‘Why are you sorry?’

  ‘W-well, you lost your p-parents…’

  Oh. That. ‘I never knew them. There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. I’m not. I don’t know the Connelly family.’ Nava released Melissa’s hand and considered doing a search for the family and clan. That seemed rude, however.

  ‘No, very few people have. Most of us work in clan admin and the Avorn clan is hardly the biggest.’

  The search could wait for later. ‘You must be quite a promising student to be sent here then.’

  ‘Th-that’s what I’m told. I-if you don’t mind the question, how are y-you here?’

  Nava considered the answer carefully, even if she seemed to answer immediately. ‘Military scholarship.’ It was both true and public knowledge; telling Melissa that much compromised nothing.

  ‘Oh. You must be quite promising too then.’

  ‘I suppose I am. The teacher has arrived.’

  The teacher was a moderately small woman. She had long blonde hair, which was a relatively unusual sight, and it did not appear to be dyed. Teachers at the school wore the same uniform as students, simply in a different dominant colour, and this woman was showing off cleavage which
gave Melissa a run for her money. That ought to silence the boys quickly enough.

  ‘Take your seats,’ the teacher said to speed things along. The room’s conversation level dropped to nothing impressively quickly and soon everyone was sitting down. There were still several unoccupied seats. The teacher glanced over her lectern display, presumably checking attendance against the expected list. ‘We’ll give them five more minutes. The first day is always like this.’

  Ten minutes later, there were still a couple of empty seats but the teacher was not prepared to wait any longer. The conversation level had gone up a little while they waited, but it died away quickly when she said, ‘Good morning, class.’ At her signal, the classroom door slid closed, barring the stragglers from entering without permission.

  ‘Good morning,’ the class chorused. Even Nava managed to chime in at the appropriate time.

  ‘My name is Luca Newton Kinnari. I am your homeroom and support magic teacher. You will call me Miss Luca Newton. This is the first day of your first term at the Shinden Alliance School of Sorcery. Homeroom will be longer than usual so that we can introduce ourselves and get various formalities over with. I am required to state that this is class one-two-C. If you are not supposed to be in class one two C, please come forward to be directed to the right room.’

  It appeared that no one had managed to get their navigation that wrong. ‘Good,’ Luca went on. ‘On to other matters. First step, I shall ask each of you to stand and give your name. I’d also like you to tell us a little about yourself. For those who like the sound of your own voice, please keep it to a couple of sentences. I’ll go alphabetically… Melissa Connelly Avorn.’

  Melissa jumped in her seat. Then she appeared to drag herself up to a standing position as though the gravity had just doubled. ‘H-hello, I am Melissa Connelly Avorn. I’m from Avorn City on Avorna. M-my interests are ancient magic and natural remedies.’ There were some mutters, which Nava could understand to some extent; prior to the codification of metaphysics as a true science, magic had been considered a joke or a myth and those who looked back on the mythical magic of ancient times were generally thought a little strange. Melissa was admitting her hobby, and you had to admire that.

  ‘Thank you, Melissa Connelly,’ Luca said. ‘Next is Barrington Roe Bishop…’

  ~~~

  The boy with the glasses turned out to be Rochester Hunt Leighton. Nava had heard of the family, which was one of the leaders of the relatively small Leighton clan. Rochester listed his interests as metaphysics and chess, and he mumbled his way through his introduction. Not, perhaps, the most social of individuals, which made Nava’s assessment of his character pretty much spot on, at least at a superficial level.

  The parade of male and female students just reminded Nava of the uniform design that she did not approve of. The design of both types was based around that of the uniform of the Alliance Security Force, so there was something of a reason behind it. SAS2 was, at least in an informal sense, a military school and so the uniforms were semi-military. The boys’ uniform was a direct lift, aside from the colour scheme: a blue-and-grey wrap-over tunic-like jacket came with a red belt with gold trim, and there was a pair of black slacks to go with the tunic. The ASF version was black and gold. The girls’ uniform had more variation from the original. There were black slacks, or maybe leggings, but the legs and the sides of the hips were composed of a fishnet mesh. Over this went a dress with no sleeves and a wide collar. It was ankle length, but movement was made easier by a wide vent at the front and something else was assured by a large cleavage window. The waist was narrow, somewhat corseted, and black. The remainder of the dress was blue. The teaching uniforms replaced the blue with dark red. Footwear for the girls was only stipulated in so much as they were required to wear heels, which was ludicrous. The ASF provided boots with a minimal heel – much more practical. Nava had, however, found a pair of thigh-high boots with front lacing and decorative straps over the toes which met the requirements, covered more of her legs, and looked badass, so she was willing to accept the stupid requirement.

  The only conclusion Nava could reach regarding the uniform the girls were made to wear – here and in the ASF, really – was that a man had designed them. Possibly a man with psychological issues.

  Nava’s turn to introduce herself came last, of course; there were few clans with X, Y, or Z as initial letters. There was a slight murmur as the teacher called her name. Nava ignored it and got to her feet.

  ‘I am Nava Ward,’ Nava said. ‘I look forward to learning with you.’ She started to lower herself back into her seat.

  ‘You’ve nothing more to say about yourself, Nava Ward?’ Luca asked. ‘No hobbies or interests?’

  Nava straightened her legs and contemplated her answer. Well, she could probably clear away a few things that were bound to come up. ‘I am an orphan. I never knew my parents. Asking about them is pointless.’ She spoke in an emotionless tone, because she felt no emotion concerning the matter. ‘I am attending school on a military scholarship. No, I have no special interests or hobbies.’ This time when she sat, there was no comment, but there was a slightly quizzical look, perhaps because of the flat delivery. It was like Nava was doing a really bad script reading.

  ‘That’s everyone aside from our no-shows,’ Luca said. ‘Next we’ll be going over various school rules and policies which we’ve found students tend to ignore. That should take us to the matriculation assembly and then you’ll be breaking for lunch. Your first lesson will be here, after lunch, with me.’ The teacher scanned the room to see whether everyone understood and was apparently happy with what she saw.

  ‘Very well, the first thing we’ll be discussing is the student presidency. The current president is stepping down at the end of next month. The election to replace him with a new president will be happening through next month. The student council will be making themselves known over the course of this month and next and presenting the choices you all need to make for the future. Get involved.’ There was another sweeping stare; the teacher apparently liked them to get involved in school politics.

  ‘Now, important school policies. First, duels.’ There was a shimmer of whispered sounds from the class. Not from Nava or Rochester. Melissa flinched. ‘Duelling is part of Alliance law and the school cannot legally bar students from duelling each other. We are, however, within our rights to ban frivolous duels, informal duels, and death duels without the written permission of the principal. All duels are to be carried out in one of the shielded combat arenas to ensure the safety of non-combatants. Anyone may bring a complaint to the student council if they feel that they have been challenged over a trivial matter or with no real reason. I am also required to say that disputes over refusal to duel should be taken to the student council for arbitration. The full school policy on duelling is available on the info-net. Read it.’

  Nava had read it, along with everything else she could find regarding the school. It did not really matter to her, because she did not intend to take part in any duels while at the school. Duelling might have been part of clan and Alliance law, but it was something only idiots engaged in. Nava was anything but an idiot.

  ‘Second,’ Luca went on. ‘We have to say this every year and none of you listen, but… Students caught trespassing on areas reserved for members of the opposite sex will be suspended and possibly expelled. Do the intelligent thing and contain your young adult hormones.’ There were some rumbles of laughter and a few giggles. ‘I don’t know why we bother…’

  ~~~

  One indication that all was not entirely equal at SAS2 was the variability of student accommodation. All students lived on the campus. Each student had an apartment to themselves. There the similarities stopped. There were apartment buildings closer to the academic buildings which would not have been out of place in the centre of a major city where the rents were ridiculously high. These apartments had two bedrooms, service robots to handle cleaning, and various other benefits besides be
ing closer to where you took your classes. Nava’s apartment was not in one of those.

  Following the directions on her ketcom, Nava walked for just over two kilometres before she located the modular, grey structure built from prefabricated housing units. It was no more than two hundred metres from the boundary fence of the school. Her unit was three floors up, accessed by an open balcony which also gave access to the other apartments on her floor. Waving her ketcom over the door sensor opened the place up and she walked in, immediately finding the stack of boxes which contained all her worldly possessions. At least those had been delivered while she was being bored to death.

  The matriculation ceremony had been just that, a ceremony. There had been speeches. Several of them. They held no interest for Nava and she had forgotten about them as soon as they had finished. The afternoon lessons had been introductory. All students at the school were expected to know the basics of sorcery but it was apparent that the school wished to make sure that they did all know the basics. If this kept up, Nava was quite sure she would be reprimanded for falling asleep in class.

  She continued into the apartment proper to see what she had to work with. It did not take a great deal of assessment because there was little to assess. She had a bed accessed by a ladder and suspended over a dining table which doubled as a desk. In front of the door was a bench seat which seemed to serve no useful purpose, though she supposed it let you take your shoes off in comfort. Above that was a storage area on the same level as the bed; you had to move the ladder to get up there. There was a sink, cooker, and refrigerator opposite the desk and a bank of drawers further down beside the tall, slim window. In a separate room was the toilet, another sink, and a shower. No bath, but there were public baths on the campus if she felt the need to sink into hot water.

  Bolted to a wall where it could be seen while sitting at the desk was a fairly small video screen. It was not that small, but compared to typical entertainment systems, it was not very large. It did, however, have a slot for her to plug in her ketcom and that caused the apartment to come to life. The screen displayed a preferences page allowing her to adjust various aspects of the apartment’s environment. She decided to play with that later so just put the settings on to a music channel she enjoyed, then set off to unpack her belongings.