"How is the child progressing?" asked the Bishop, steel in his gaze. The Mother Superior hesitated.  "Her education goes well. The skills of Lady Artemis are laid out before her, and she is the mistress of many of them already. Her tracking, hunting, trapping, and butchering, are all advancing nicely. Not to mention her reading and writ-" "And yet?" he cut in.  "Your grace?" "Don't dance around me, sister." he snapped. "I am a supplicant of the Shadow Court. Do not imagine that I will allow you to conceal truths from me." "I would never dream-" "I asked how she is progressing. You focus only on her education. Why?" She caved. He was an Inquisitor. At some point he would have the truth, and so it might as well be sooner rather than later. "The crisis, and then the invasion. They both left their mark on her. She suffers from night terrors, her discipline is lax, and she neglects her prayers." "I see." "Forgive me, your grace, but I do not honestly believe that she will progress to the ranks of the clergy. At least not with what tutelage we are able to provide." The Bishop was silent. "I am desolate, of course. You laid responsibility for her in my hands, and I have fallen short. I have given her as much tutoring as I can, but the recovery effort here has demanded much of my time." "You've done enough." He said. This came as a surprise to her. "Then you are not angry? Forgive me, your grace, but I understood that you desired her to attain rank within the Order?" "My concern first and foremost was for her wellbeing, which you have not only attended to, but ensured that she can look after herself should the need arise. This is commendable. The pathway the Three Brothers have laid out for her is beyond my comprehension, but you have ensured she will have the skills she needs to walk it." "Is she to leave Fatu Hiva with you?" she asked. "Yes. But she shan't leave you behind. Not quite yet." "You want us all to travel with you?" the Mother Superior bridled. She had been preparing herself for a personal punishment, but not one for the whole Convent. "Your skills are needed. Oleon is at war, and heathens assail our people. What have the followers of Artemis been preparing for if not this?" "How long do we have?" "You set sail for El Oleonda in one month," he smiled. The seeds he had planted were beginning to bear fruit.