Jan Royal University, situated on the western edge of Janloon, is the oldest academic institution on Kekon, having withstood periods of war and occupation over the span of its distinguished three-hundred-year history.  Some of the weathered stone buildings that Shae walked past dated all the way back to the unification of the island at the end of the Warring Sisters period.  Others, like the Foreign Studies Department building, were gleaming modern structures of steel and glass and concrete.  Shae entered through the double doors and slipped into the back of the lecture hall, taking an empty seat in the last row.  The class was already in progress; Maro was writing on th blackboard and did not see her come in, but when he turned back around to face the class, his eyes found her and a small smile tugged briefly at his mouth before he addressed the students paying attention to him.  "Last week, we discussed the aftermath of the Many Nations War and how the economic and political collapse of the Tun Empire, followed by decades of civil conflict and reform, allowed Ygutan to fill the power vacuum left on the Orius continent.  We'll be shifting our focus for the rest of this term to the postwar policies of the Republic of Espenia with regards to Shotar and Kekon, and how that is directly related to current events."

Shae was interested in the lecture, and Tau Maro was an engaging speaker - organized, knowledgeable, and enthusiastic about the material - but Shae could not keep her mind from returning to the prior day's phone conversation with Ree Tura.  She was surprised when the hour was over, and disappointed that she'd been unable to pay better attention.  Maro wrote a closing question on the blackboard.  "Your assignment this week is to write three pages on the following topic: How does the recent ratification of the Pact of Friendship and Mutual Noninterference between Tun and Ygutan affect Kekon?"

When the students had gathered their belongings and dispersed from the lecture hall, Shae rose from her seat and walked to the front of the room.  "I hope you didn't mind me coming early to watch," she said.  "You're a very good teacher."

Maro finished erasing the blackboard, then glanced around at the empty seats before leaning in to plant a kiss on the corner of Shae's mouth.  His short beard tickled her cheek, and she caught a whiff of aftershave mingled with the scent of the chalk dusting the lapels and shoulders of the brown suede jacket he wore over a white shirt.  "I don't mind at all," he said.  "You look nice.  Where are we going for dinner?"

Spring rains had washed the campus sidewalks clean and made the wide lawns green and lush.  Students on bicycles streamed past them as they left the university grounds.  Shae did not have a car and driver waiting; she'd taken a taxi straight from the office on Ship Street, pausing only to refresh her makeup and exchange her blazer for a sequined red shawl.  She began to hail another cab, but Maro said, "At this time on a Fifthday, it'll be faster to take the subway.  You don't mind, do you?"  She assured him she did not.