The Faculty Designate

The Faculty Designate of the Ancient College of Arts and his outriders were nearing Pine Log Ford, on the South Road.....even sitting in his dim study with his eyes closed, the High Prince could see them.  A Full Fellow of the Ancient College should have sufficient second sight to accomplish this feat.  The Prince opened his earthly eyes to the familiar details of his favorite room in the castle......the mid-morning light through the heavy leaded glass picking out glints of dazzle off of the rich polished furniture, and objects of art, and arcane devices....and the light settles softly also in the fine tapestries and deep carpets.....a solid and restful room.  But there can be no avoiding that which is on the road and near.....The Prince stands up slowly, grasping his runestaff, and making towards the door.....he must find his Stewart and his Housekeeper and advise them to be ready for the guests.....as if they don't know already, the sly old dogs.  The Designate will want to talk politics and rumor and speculation....three things the Prince thinks little of, or at least as little as practical.