For various reasons, members of the Medical School weren't buried in church cemeteries or mixed in with the general population. Instead, a small plot had been set aside for them on the university grounds.
That way, when professors passed away, they could avoid sharing space with the Church members they'd clashed with most, and wouldn't be disturbed by the hustle and bustle beyond the ivory tower. Beneath the Academy's meadows, they could continue pondering the questions they'd left unanswered in life.
White stone markers matching the building materials stood on neatly trimmed lawns. They were similar in shape, differing only in the length of their inscriptions.
The newly built markers bearing only names and brief epitaphs belonged to the students who'd been caught in the disaster. The one with three lines of small text beneath the name belonged to Lecturer Petrie. The markers inscribed only with names and dates of birth and death belonged to Morrison and his unfortunate disciple.
"Someone will remember them. There's no need to write more."
"Quite right." Perhaps students studying for exams here in the future would glance at the names on the neighboring headstones and feel they looked familiar. He'd better make sure they felt that way, or they'd have to come back next year and memorize the same monograph all over again.
Kraft carried a bunch of white flowers whose name he didn't know. He laid one at each grave, then divided the remaining half between the markers bearing Morrison's and Calman's names.
Professor Samuel, the busy man, was nowhere to be seen as usual. Another lecturer had taken his place, accompanying the three of them here.
"Lecturer Villen, you didn't have to come along. I'm only here to visit an old friend, after all." After several days of socializing, Professor Fernand had