The Second Dish
Ziradith retrieved her clothes and fled the mansion, leaving behind a mixed audience. Many had always loathed and lusted for her, watching their dreams come true and now looking to Noah with unspoken comradery. What do they do? Drink and jabber about what they had just witnessed, as though pinching themselves to make sure they weren't dreaming? Or go get the nearest whore and try to replicate what they just saw and imagine themselves in Noah's place?
Others felt threatened upon hearing his name. They knew the story of the prince's humiliating loss at the academy, of a man named Noah winning his fiancΓ©e, and it left them concerned. He was a mere commoner, but the damage he had just inflicted upon the Herald dukedom, as well as the kingdom itself, was immeasurable. This was social terrorism on a national scale.
Someone brave enough to do these things, smart enough to plan them, and capable of achieving them was not to be trifled with. He was so dangerous to the aristocracy that they wished him banished like an evil spirit. Fear kept them in line, fear of retaliation from this man, whose name had gained notoriety in certain circles. His reveal hadn't been for Ziradith, it was for the audience, so they'd know the face of the man they must never oppose. Perhaps it was better to just keep their distance, as antagonizing him seemed like a rather bad idea.
Regardless of their feelings, many guests decided to leave, whether they were satiated, repulsed, or rushing home to have some fun. The party was winding down, and Noah had gotten what he wanted, but there were still some things he wished to indulge in. He retired to the bar, enjoying a drink and a smoke with Daniel, who was on break. The gonlief they were enjoying was enhanced with alchemically-created THC.
"So, you just memorize all these molecules for fun?" Daniel asked after taking a deep hit. He held it in and then slowly released. "Oh, this is that GOOD shit!"
"Sort of. I always thought it would be cool stuff to know for when 3D printing improved. I'm just using it for a different kind of printing." He spoke of it as a possibility, but in truth, it was a reality he had lived in several times before.
"Well keep it up, because this place is now like if Pornhub and Chuck E Cheese had a baby."
Noah pulled out a deck of cards and began to shuffle it. "Maybe next, I'll help Cyrilo open up a casino in here."
"There could be jello wrestling."
"I know a lot of cooking techniques I can teach. We could get a strip club buffet in here."
"It's a good thing there's no ye old health inspector. Imagine the health rating a kitchen in a medieval brothel would get."
"Don't ask about the special sauce; it's a family recipe."
"Rich in vitamin AIDS."
Noah began passing cards to him and Daniel.
"Oi, deal me in. I'm feeling lucky," said Foley, approaching the table. He came to the Knight's Sheath every now and then to get drunk, so he was familiar to Noah and Daniel.
"You know you don't have to wear that helmet right now, don't you?" Noah asked.
"Are you kidding? I want to wear it into battle! Anyway, that was quite the spectacle you put on. Impressive as it was to watch, even I have to ask: what the fuck are you thinking? You realize this is going to come back to bite you in the ass, don't you?"
"To be fair, dude, that was a really fucked up thing to do, in more ways than one," Daniel added.
"Well, my relationship with the Herald family wasn't quite magnanimous before tonight. If Galvin insists on making me his enemy, then I might as well win this tit-for-tat feud."
"Oi, Gideon, come join us," said Foley, seeing his friend approaching.
"Not in the mood," he grumbled.
"Didn't you have a good time with Emily?"
"Shut up."
"Ooh, I know that tone," said Daniel.
"Sounds to me like someone got stage fright," added Noah.
"Did you shoot your arrow before taking aim?" Foley teased.
"Fuck all three of you!" Gideon barked.
"Relax, man. Don't take it so personally." Daniel held up the gonlief pipe. "Here, try some of this. It'll make you feel better."
Gideon gave a resigned mumble and took a deep hit from the pipe. He released his anger with a cloud of smoke. "Ok, I do feel better."
"Pull up a chair. The game is elven nox, moon over sun. Lucius, a bottle and four glasses, if you would." Over time, the party withered, and the four men stayed up late, drinking and playing cards.
The next morning, Noah ignored the pain of his hangover and paid close attention to all the cadets in the mess hall, sharing news and gossip. This world didn't have social media, and in the academy, isolated from the outside world, the only vectors of information were the cadets recruited to serve at the party. Not all of them were willing to divulge their activities from the previous evening. Still, Noah could see the story being disseminated among a few groups of friends. The way they bowed their heads with hushed voices, the expressions of jealousy, shock, and horror on their faces, and the occasional shouts or laughs from people who could not contain themselves were all better than television.
Alexis and Sophia had yet to be informed of Noah's indiscretions, so they ate breakfast with him as usual. They didn't notice him watching Galvin. He didn't want to miss that beautiful moment. He hoped to see Galvin's face the moment he found out what had happened the previous night. Henryk was out of the way, and Mark had disappeared, so he only sat with Seraph. Unfortunately, breakfast ended before he could see it.
Noah's sword class was uneventful. A few cadets were giving him odd looks, but nothing noticeable. The story hadn't spread far enough. It was in the bathhouse that details were being given. Noah hid his face with a towel and listened to the cadets chattering. With his earlier feats, his role at the Knight Sheath party was believable to most, but when Ziradith's name was mentioned, almost everyone scoffed at the ridiculous concept.
Alexis arrived when he took his seat in the mess hall and slammed her tray onto the table. "Is it true?" she asked with cold eyes. Beside her was Sophia, looking like she didn't know what to think.
"You're going to have to be more specific."
Alexis punched the table, drawing the eyes of cadets at other tables. "Answer me."
"Yes, it's true."
Alexis exhaled with her hand over her face. "I swear, you are the enemy of all women."
"Don't be so dramatic. Look, you hate Ziradith, and we've established that I don't fit your interests, so stop pretending you're jealous or anything similar. You heard about the Knight's Sheath burning down, right? Galvin did it. I figured this would be good payback. If anything, you should be applauding the poeticism and my commitment to a theme. I could have just burned his house down, but I put real effort into this."
"Believe it or not, I have noticed a theme, and it is disgusting. I am honestly curious: are there any limits to your depravity?"