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Michael didnt say it, but Joel understood. He wasnt a Rithmatist, and could never be one. Hed missed his chance. But why couldnt he be interested in what they did? Michael narrowed his eyes as that group of three Rithmatists passed in their greyandwhite uniforms. Its kind of like, he said softly, its kind of like its us and them, you know? Leave them alone to do whatever it is they do, Joel. You just dont like that they can do things you cant, Joel said. That ed Joel a glare. Perhaps those words hit too close to home. Michael was the son of a knightsenator, a son of privilege. He wasnt accustomed to being excluded. Anyway, Michael said, looking away and continuing to hike down the busy sidewalk, you cant be one of them, so why keep spending all of your time talking about them? Its useless, Joel. Stop thinking about them. I cant ever be one of you either, Michael, Joel thought. Technically, he wasnt supposed to be at this school. Armedius was horribly expensive, and you had to be important, rich, or a Rithmatist to attend.

Joel was about as far from any of those three things as a could get. They stopped at the next intersection of sidewalks. Look, Ive got to get to history class, Michael said. Yeah, Joel said. Ive got open period. Running messages again? Michael asked. In the hope that youll get to peek into a Rithmatic classroom? Joel blushed, but it was true. Summers coming up, he said. You going home again? Michael brightened. Yeah. Father said I could bring some friends. Fishing, swimming, s in sundresses on the beach. Mmmm Sounds great, Joel said, trying to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice. Id love to see something like that. Michael took a group each year. Joel had never been invited. This year, though well, hed been hanging out with Michael after school. Michael needed help with math, and Joel could explain things to him. They had been getting along really well. Michael shuffled his feet. Look, Joel, he said. I mean its fun to hang out with you here, you know? At school? But back home, its a different world.

Ill be busy with the family. Father has such expectations. Oh, yeah, of course, Joel said. Michael smiled, banishing all discomfort from his expression in an instant. Son of a politician for sure. Thats the spirit, he said, patting Joel on the arm. See ya. Joel watched him jog off. Michael ran into Mary Isenhorn along the way, and he immediately started flirting. Marys father owned a massive springworks. As Joel stood on that sidewalk intersection, he could pick out dozens of members of the countrys elite. Adam Li was directly related to the emperor of JoSeun. Geoff Hamilton had three presidents in his family line. Wenda Smiths parents owned half of the cattle ranches in Georgiabama. And Joel he was the son of a chalkmaker and a cleaning lady. Well, he thought, it looks like it will be just me and Davis here all summer again. He sighed, then made his way to the campus office.

Twenty minutes later, Joel hurried back down the sidewalk, delivering messages around campus during his free period. Those sidewalks were now mostly empty of students, with everyone else in class. Joels moment of depression had vanished the instant hed looked through the stack. There had been only three messages to deliver today, and hed done those quickly. That meant He clutched a fourth message in his pocket, one that he himself had added without telling anyone. Now, with some time to spare because of his speed earlier, he jogged up to Warding Hall, one of the Rithmatic lecture halls. Professor Fitch was teaching in there this period. Joel fingered the letter he carried in his pocket, pennedafter some nervousnessto the Rithmatic professor. This might be my only chance, Joel thought, shoving down any nervousness. Fitch was a relaxed, pleasant man. There was no reason to be worried. Joel scurried up the long flight of steps outside the vinecovered, grey brick building, then slipped in the oak door. That brought him into the lecture hall at the very top.

It was shaped like a small amphitheater, with tiered seats. Schematics depicting Rithmatic defenses hung on the whitewashed walls, and the plush seats were bolted in rows along the tiers, facing toward the lecture floor below. A few of the students glanced at Joel as he entered, but Professor Fitch did not. The professor rarely noticed when he got deliveries from the office, and would ramble on for the entire lecture before realizing that a member of his audience wasnt actually a member of the class. Joel didnt mind that one bit. He sat down on the steps eagerly. Todays lecture, it appeared, was on the Easton Defense.

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