The autumn leaves have just started to turn when Constantine visits Whitburh Frithowebba in Horsinghas covenant. He's fortunate in that he caught her at home, since she's often out visiting covenants. But fortune is with him as a grog informs the magus that Whitburh is in her chambers. Constantine knows the woman fairly well as they are the only two Guernicus magi in the entire tribunal. In fact, once he leaves, all the work will fall to her.
"If you'll come this way," the grog says, ushering Constantine into a comfortable chamber. "I'll send for my mistress."
It's only a short time later that Whitburh comes into the room, a smile on her face. "Good afternoon, Constantine," she says. "To what do I owe the visit? I hope it's not some damn fool magus making more work for us." The maga smiles. "Come, let's sit. I have my maid making some mulled cider for us. It's fresh and nothing beats fresh cider."