From Divination: A Conspiracy of Blood:
“The bruised Cambridge sky threatened to ruin the day of any students unlucky enough to venture outdoors.
I’ll be glad when spring finally arrives, thought John Dee, as he hurried across Trinity College courtyard, his scholar’s gown billowing behind him like a sail.
He was late, again, and this for a lecture that his colleague and mentor Robert Recorde had arranged specifically with him in mind.
As he skipped up the steps and passed under the arch into Michael House, John wondered how grave an insult the visiting Polish astronomer, MikoĊaj Kopernik, would consider such tardiness. Robert had warned him that the old man was very traditional in his manners.
Clutching a leather folio full of his own astronomical notes, Dee cursed under his breath as he navigated the labyrinthine corridors of Trinity. At twenty years old, he had already earned a reputation as one of Cambridge’s most promising minds, although his claimed Welsh ancestry and sometimes over-confident demeanour had made him as many detractors as admirers.
Every head turned toward him as he attempted to slip in the back of the lecture hall unnoticed, the ancient door hinges saw to that.”