Arsday was the due date for the first forty pages of our translations. It seems that the only acolytes to complete their assignments were Mister Lamperos and I. I anticipated that a few, perhaps, may not meet the deadline. To hear that nine of us fell short is nothing less than surprising. I suppose, however, that for many completing the task whilst acclimating to this new environment may have taken its toll. It would be presumptuous to assume negligence on the parts of so many.
It is reassuring to hear that Mister Lamperos, at least, is as capable as I might have hoped. Though we have yet to really connect, I will rest easier knowing that there is at least one acolyte whom I can trust to hold their weight. I must wonder what might happen to those who have not completed their portions in time, however. Will they be expected to complete this assignment alongside their next by our new deadline? Would Bishop De Borel send them all away? It seems unlikely that the remainder of the project would be left to rest on the shoulders of only two acolytes.
Yet it seems as though the three acolytes who had been so rude to me before have been sent home. We were told of Bishop De Borel’s decision this morning. Already our numbers are reduced to eight. I suppose I ought to be thankful to Bishop De Borel. I cannot imagine myself maintaining any semblance of cohesion with their ilk. Though even as we were told of our colleagues’ departure, I could feel disdainful eyes piercing me. Could it be that they think that I am somehow responsible for this turn of events?