Today was the final exam for Prayer Studies.
The final exams at Royal Law University were not like the "exam week" Iver had experienced in his Previous Life—where everyone took all their exams over a few concentrated days after finishing every subject. Instead, they were flashy and varied.
Each subject's lecturer decided the format and grading standards themselves. As long as the head of the department signed off, anything was allowed.
Ms. Maya was somewhat lazy and hated trouble. So she simply made a paper consisting entirely of fill-in-the-blank and short-answer questions, testing whom one should pray to and how one should pray under various circumstances. She handed it to Iver and the others during their final class and took responsibility for invigilating the exam herself.
There wasn't much on the paper. If one wrote without stopping, it would probably take less than half an hour to finish.
There were no especially tricky questions, nor any complicated situations that would make one's brain burn out.
Everything on the paper involved situations priests were highly likely to encounter in their real work—
For example, if Handsome died at the age of thirty after being stabbed, how should one pray at his funeral? If Beauty was getting married for the second time, how should one pray at her wedding? If, after Handsome died, his father Old Handsome also died of illness, leaving his entire family dead, how should one pray at that funeral?
Or, if a priest wished to track someone through a prayer ritual, what should he do? If a priest wanted to use prayer to dispel someone else's petrification, what should he do? There was even a short-answer question asking whom one should pray to, and how, if one wanted a middle-aged or elderly woman who had already gone through