For a moment, Beorn thought the Patriarch would explode. His face reddened and his eyes narrowed as though he had unexpectedly ate something sour. To his relief, however, Julius merely sighed and gave a her a look that might almost be pity. He picked up his quill and began to write.
"In the end, it all becomes indistinguishable. What is tutoring but one form of steering the subject to a path you would choose? Do not look upon me like I am but a parasite. The whims of a young king will soon effect people far beyond these walls."
I will introduce you to His Grace in the morning. Evangelina, correct? You will earn one and a half silvers a week, a most generous sum in this realm for one of your occupation. I trust you can see to her accommodations, Brother Beorn?" he asked dismissing them.
"Of course, Your Excellency," Beorn told him with a slight bow of his head, moving to leave, but hesitating incase Evangelina had more to say.