October 31, 2013 by Lyn
It was only three days into Year Ten when Miryam and Damaris cornered Agravain.
They’d planned this; he could tell from the way they moved, like one being. He wondered if they’d planned the timing – ten minutes before he was supposed to take a sleek new Tenthie out to show him the ropes.
As it were.
“We want to talk to you about Akaterina.” Mir clipped off the syllables of Kat’s name the way she always did.
“What about her?” He wasn’t going to get away from them until he talked, not without pushing and shoving, so he decided to make the most of it.
“You can’t do that again this year, Agra.” Damaris was usually very careful not to make things sound like orders to him. She didn’t seem to care today.
Agravain frowned. “I let her go.”
“You did.” Miryam’s lips curled up, but it wasn’t a smile. “But did you ever understand why you should?”
“Why aren’t you having this conversation with Kendon?” He was mortified to realize he was squirming. “I mean, he’s a hundred times worse than I ever was.”
As he said it – and not for the first time – he wondered if it was true.
“Maybe twice as bad,” Miryam allowed. “And, for one, Kendon’s been dealt with. He can’t Keep again here in Addergoole. For another… you’re redeemable, and he’s not.”
“Just twice as bad?” He looked between the girls, his girls, his crew. They had on serious faces, the sort that always accompanied bad news. “What did I do that was worse than what Hemlock did?”
Carefully, and in detail, they began to tell him. He wasn’t going to make his date with the sleek Tenthie.
After a while, he began to wonder if that was a bad thing.