LOGINXavierThe night lamp in the clinic had been turned down so low that it gave only a small dot of light.It was eleven o’clock at night. I had come in through the laundry side door, because Pruitt’s patrol was on the yard and the front door had a guard. The corridor was dark, and the air was full of soap. The night nurse’s shoes were going slowly up and down the far ward. I counted her steps as I walked. Forty to the end of the hall, forty back. It gave me about two minutes.Susan’s bed was the last one by the window. She was awake. She lay propped on three pillows with a blanket to her chin and a bandage around her throat. Her eyes were open and watching the door. When she saw me, she lifted one hand off the blanket and moved it twice, which meant come here.I sat in the chair beside her and kept my voice low.“The others sent me,” I said. “Eliano, Gideon, and Rafael want you to think about anything you know. Like anyone she might have talked to. Anything about where she could be.”Su
ElviraA match struck in the dark corner, and a face appeared. It was older than any face I had ever seen.I stood very still with the water jug in both hands. The flame was small and yellow. It lit a pair of hands first, with dry skin that looked creased and folded. Then the flame lit a candle stub on the floor, and the candle lit the rest of the space.She was sitting against the wall with her legs drawn up under a long dark dress. Her hair was white and hung all the way to her waist, uncombed and very fine. Her face was narrow, with deep lines running from her nose to her mouth. She was the smallest grown person I had ever seen. On her left ankle, below the hem of the dress, was an iron cuff. A short chain ran from the cuff to a ring set in the floor.Then she looked up at me, and her eyes caught the flame.Her eyes were red. They weren’t brown eyes with a trick of the light on them. They were a deep, clear red, with the reflection of the candle burning in each one. I took a step b
XavierI read the notice once, and it sounded wrong in my head.It was noon, and sixty students stood in front of the notice board outside the dining hall. I counted them without meaning to. They were about sixty-two. They pressed close together, and nobody was talking. The notice was pinned in the middle of the board on cream paper, with the Board’s round seal pressed into red wax at the top.By Order of the Board.Under that were four short lines. Elvira Giamatti. Placement withdrawn. Consent of guardians: received. The school wishes her well. I counted the words under the heading. Thirteen. It was a plain notice, and it said what the Board wanted it to say.Below it, held by a single pin, was a smaller sheet of cream paper with handwriting on it. A letter. I leaned in and read it.Dear Headmistress, Our Ellie writes that she is happy and doesn’t want a fuss. Thank you for everything the school has done. We hope you will let her go quietly. With love.There was no signature. Only a
ElianoI was on my knees in the laundry room, speaking to a pile of sheets.It was eight o’clock in the morning, and I hadn’t slept. The room was long and hot, with steam hanging under the low ceiling and washing lines strung from wall to wall. Baskets of clean linen stood in rows. One of the piles, at the far end under the last line, had moved when I came in. Then it had gone still.“I’m not going to shout,” I said quietly. “I’m not going to take you to Pruitt. I only want to talk.”Nothing answered.“You’re not in trouble. Nobody is angry at you. I need your help, and I think you’re the only one who can help me.”The sheets shook. A hand came out and pulled the sheets tight again to cover him properly.I had found him the hard way. Pruitt’s patrol had searched the girls’ hall at first light and found nothing. Now the whole school had started telling stories. Some said she had run away. Rafael had told me at dawn, on the cold steps, the one thing he had heard Albert say, very quietly
ElviraThe stone against my cheek was cold on one side of my face and warm on the other.I lay still and tried to work out why. My eyes were open, but I couldn’t make sense of what I saw. The stone was dark and rough with a crack running across it. My head hurt behind my eyes, and my mouth was dry and tasted bitter.Then I remembered the hand.I sat up so fast that the room turned. I pressed both palms to the floor and waited for it to stop. The stone was colder under my left hand and warmer under my right. I didn’t understand that yet. What I understood was that I was not in Room 68 anymore.I checked myself, because that was the first practical thing to do. My arms moved. My legs moved. My head had no bump that I could find. I still had my coat on, buttoned wrong, and both my shoes. Nothing was broken or bleeding. Whoever had taken me had not wanted to hurt me, and I did not know if that was good news.Then I looked up.The room was round. It was about the size of my dorm room, with
RafaelBy half past twelve, I had decided that I would open the handle of Room 68, because no one else was going in.I stood on the front steps of the dormitory hall with the other three and watched Sir Albert try to answer a question he had asked himself. He had told us that Mrs. Pruitt’s guards woke him an hour ago. He said they told him Miss Giamatti had not come down from her floor. So he had decided to come at once.“Then go and find her,” Gideon said. His voice was rough. “You stood on those steps today and told over four hundred students she was right. So tell me, why is she gone suddenly?”“Nobody is to go into the girls’ hall tonight,” Albert said, ignoring Gideon. “That is an order. Mrs. Pruitt will search at first light, with her full patrol. I want all of you in your beds. Now.”“First light is five hours away.”“Gideon.” Eliano still had hold of his sleeve. He was holding it harder than he needed to.I stood closest to the rail, a little behind them, where I always stood s







