登入ElianoSir Albert stood at the lectern on the Pentagon steps with his hands open on the wood.It was half past twelve. The whole school had been called out of class by the bell, and we stood packed into the Pentagon in our coats, first-years at the front, seniors along the walls. Nobody had told us why, but the recent happenings in this school were enough to bring everyone out.Twelve people stood on the steps behind Albert. They were the heads of the Alpha families. Also known as the council or Board. My father stood at the front of them with a sheet of paper in his hand. Rafael’s father was two places behind him. Xavier’s father was beside Rafael’s. At the end of the row stood the oldest of them, a woman in a long green coat, upright and calm, with her hands folded.Mrs. Bellarie stood off to one side of the steps with her hands pressed against her coat.I kept my left hand in my pocket. The glove was still in my drawer. I hadn’t put it back on since the gatehouse.My father stepped
XavierThere was a long table with twelve chairs, and my father was sitting in the third one.I saw him through the open door from the corridor outside the Governors’ room, at noon, before the clerk said a word.The clerk had found me in the library ten minutes before. He stood at the end of my table in his neat coat until I looked up, and then he said, “Your father.” That was all. He turned, walked away, and I followed.I had seen him once before, at two in the morning. Last night, when the Clerk’s door opened behind me, he had stepped out into the corridor in his shirtsleeves. He looked at me for a long moment, then bent down to pick up Daphne’s envelope from the floor. He had said “Goodnight,” and shut the door.He hadn’t said anything else. And he also didn’t talk about it now. He walked a little ahead of me the whole way and didn’t look back once.I had not told anyone. I had not even told Gideon, Rafael, or Eliano. The numbers 2:10 were still on the back of my hand in pen. I had
Mrs. Bellarie I held the ring of keys so hard that when I opened my hand, the iron had left a red line across my palm.I closed my hand again. Nobody needed to see that.It was seven in the morning, and the east gate was cold under my fingers. Mist sat low on the road outside. Behind me the school was very quiet. Something bad had happened, and everyone in it was waiting to hear what came next. The Pentagon had been cleared at midnight. The candles were stubs in the gutters. The Governors’ room, which the students had broken into at nine, had been found empty, with twelve chairs pushed in neatly at a long table.I had been Headmistress of Wolford for seventeen years. In seventeen years, nobody had ever told me to open a gate.At six o’clock this morning, the Board’s clerk had knocked on my door in his neat coat and handed me a single sheet of cream paper. I had read it standing in my dressing gown.Unlock the east gate at seven. Receive the visitors. Make no announcement.At the bot
Xavier There were twenty-four windows along the dorm wing, and twenty-three of them were dark.I stood in the yard below them with my hands in my coat pockets and counted them again. Twenty-four. The lit one was on the top floor, at the far east end, where the girls’ corridor stopped. Behind it was the small office with the brass plate on the door that said Clerk. The Board’s clerk had slept there since Tuesday, since the notice went up. His lamp had been on every night.I could not sleep. Gideon was asleep on top of his blankets with his boots on. Rafael had come back from the Pentagon at midnight and had not said one word about his father, and none of us had asked. Eliano was awake, but he was lying with his face to the wall, and I did not want to make him talk.So I had come down to count things. Counting is what I do when I cannot fix what is wrong.The crowd had rushed the Governors’ room at nine. The door had held. When Pruitt’s patrol finally got it open, the room was empty an
Rafael Mrs. Pruitt took the lectern in both hands, and for a moment I thought she was going to fall.She was old. Everybody knew she was half blind, because she held letters an inch from her nose and walked the corridors with one hand on the wall. She had climbed the Pentagon steps one at a time while the whole school shouted at Albert’s window. Nobody had noticed her until she was at the top.The lamp in Albert’s office was lit. He stood at the glass with his hands at his sides. Students had been yelling at him for an hour. Liar. Coward. Where is she. A boy near me had thrown a candle stub at the wall below the window, and it had bounced off the stone and gone out.Then Pruitt put her hands on the lectern, and the shouting stopped. It stopped out of surprise. She was the last person anyone expected up there.Over her arm was a coat. It was a man’s long coat, dark wool, old and worn at the cuffs, much too big for her. Even from the wall, I could smell a little smoke in the cloth.“I’
The Hunter I sat in a parked car with the engine off and counted twelve sets of tail lights.They were lined up along the drive behind the iron gates of the Governors’ estate, long black cars with the lamps of the drive shining on their roofs. Twelve cars. Twelve drivers in dark caps. Men in house coats carried cases down the steps and put them in the boots, one car at a time, and nobody hurried.I was across the road, under the trees, with my seat pushed back and a blanket over my knees. I had been there since four. It was dusk now, and the cold was coming up through the floor.Two guards stood at the gate. A third walked the inside of the wall every twenty minutes. I had timed him on my watch. He was late once and then early, which told me he was bored.A driver near the gate laughed and said something to another one about an early start and a school full of brats. Then the other driver told him to shut up, and he did. I wrote down “school” in my notebook and put a line under it.W







