The next episode of life at Old College from our Lucy 🙂
“The time has come for the katana,” whispers the Professor, reaching within the folds of his nun’s habit.
“No!” I hiss back. “Let’s trying being nuns first. If that fails, we’ll move on to the swords.”
Not a phrase I use often.
“Rats and a Heifer! If you insist, I suppose. Still, I’m quite in the mood to be done nunning. I’d much prefer a sword fight, the sudden.”
The fast approaching footsteps echo sharply on the stone floor, sending little gasps of sound bouncing all the way up to the elegantly arched ceilings. Professor Duke and I adopt the very best nun poses we can muster and await our new friend, benign smiles masking a fair amount of uncertainty.
The door to the vestry creeps open and a bowler hatted head pokes itself cautiously through the gap. It can only be a Porter.
“Goodness, he’s uglier than he…
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