Nomis woke in the morning quite exhausted, but relieved by the familiarity of his surroundings. The first thing he did was to reach down under the covers and pull out his small leather pouch. When he tipped the bluestone out onto the palm of his hand he was very disappointed to see an ordinary looking, round, grey-blue, sharp-sided pebble. All the inner blue-violet light that he thought he had seen the night before was gone. He was utterly crestfallen. He no longer had any proof of his experience with Pelydryn except this insignificant little stone! He sighed regretfully and began to doubt everything that he thought had happened last night.
Since it was a lovely, sunny, midsummer morning, his gloom did not last long. The sunshine was streaming into his chamber, and that made him feel a little better.
As he lay in bed, thinking he still had a little more time before he absolutely had to get up, there was a loud hammering on his door. Someone began trying to open it unsuccessfully; the knocking immediately became louder and more insistent than ever. Nomis had already jumped out of bed and rushed to slide the large bolt back, whereupon, his tutor Master Hiral, unceremoniously swept in.
“Why was this door bolted? It never normally is! Fire regulations, in case you’ve forgotten!” his tutor shouted as he walked past his novice and took up an imposing stance in the middle of the chamber looking disdainfully round. “I see that you are trying for the ‘golden mattress’ award this morning!” he continued in a calmer, drier tone, eyeing the rumpled bed and his acolyte’s equally rumpled appearance. Nomis did not reply, knowing his tutor would only be angered by whatever he might have to say for himself when in such a mood.
“Come, come … we have work to do. … Summer herbs only last so long you know, and we have to collect them and dry them at their very best. Don’t stand there gawping at me. … Get moving! Hurry up and meet me by the eastern entrance in half an hour!”