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We dont allow the ren of other staff into Armedius, York continued. I allowed you in as a personal favor to your father. I realize that, sir. Any other student, York said, I would have expelled by now. I have kicked out the sons of knightsenators before, you know. I expelled the Monarchs own grandnephew. With you, I hesitated. Do you know why? Because my teachers say Im bright? Hardly. Your intelligence is a reason to expel you. A with poor capacity, yet who works hard, is far more desirable to me than one who has a lot of potential, but throws it away. Principal, I try. Really, I York held up a hand, stilling him. I believe we had a conversation similar to this last year. Yes, sir. York sat for a few moments, then pulled out a sheet of paper. It had lots of officiallooking seals on itnot a request for a tutor. An expulsion form. Joel felt a stab of panic. The reason I gave you an extra chance, Joel, was because of your parents. The principal took a pen from a holder on his desk. Principal, Joel said. I understand now that Im The principal cut him off again with an uplifted hand. Joel held in his annoyance. If York wouldnt let him speak, what could he do? In the dark last night, the wild plan had seemed clever and bold. Now, Joel worried it would explode right in front of him. The principal began to write. I failed that test on purpose, Joel said. York looked up. I wrote in answers I knew were wrong, Joel said. Why in all of the heavens would you do such a thing? I wanted to fail so that I could get a summer tutelage studying history. Joel, York said, you could simply have asked Professor Kim if you could join his course this summer. His elective will study European culture during the JoSeun occupation, Joel said. I needed to fail Rithmatic history so that I could end up studying that. You could have approached one of the professors and asked them to tutor you, York said sternly. Sabotaging your own grades is hardly appropriate. I tried, Joel said. Professor Fitch said that ordinary students werent allowed to study with Rithmatic professors. Well, Im certain that Professor Kim could have come up with an independent study course covering You approached Fitch? Yes. Hes a Rithmatist! That was kind of the point, sir. How could he explain? I dont really want to study history. I want to study Rithmatic lines. I figure that if I get Professor Fitch alone and start him talking about Rithmatics, Ill be able to l about the defenses and offenses, even if the tutelage is supposed to be about history. He gulped, waiting for the scorn hed received from others. Oh, well, York said. That makes sense then, I supposeassuming you think like a teenage . Son, why didnt you just come ask me? Joel blinked. Well, I mean, everyone seems to think that studying Rithmatics would be arrogant of me, that I shouldnt be bothering the professors. Professor Fitch likes to be bothered, York said, particularly by students. Hes one of the few true teachers we have at this school. Yes, but he said he couldnt train me. There are traditions, York said, putting aside the form and taking out another one. York regarded it, looking uncertain. Sir? Joel asked, hope beginning to recover within him. York set the form aside. No, Joel, he said. Fitch is right. There are rules against assigning ordinary students to take courses in Rithmatics. Joel closed his eyes. Of course, York said, I did just put Fitch on a very important project. It would be very useful to him to have help. Theres nothing forbidding me from assigning him a research assistant from the general school. Joel opened his eyes. Principal York pulled out another sheet of paper. This is assuming, of course, that said assistant wouldnt be a distraction to Professor Fitch. Ive already given him a student to tutor. I dont want to overload him. I promise not to be a bother, Joel said eagerly.











I suspect that, with all of his attempts to divide the Rithmatists from the common folk, this will quite upset Professor Nalizar. A tragedy. York smiled. Joels heart leaped. Of course, York said, glancing at the clock, I cant give you this assignment unless you have an open summer elective. By my count, you still have fortyfive minutes left of Kims history class. Do you think you could get a passing grade if you were to return and use the rest of your time? Of course I could, Joel said. Well then, York said, tapping the sheet with his hand. This form will be here, ready and waiting, assuming you can get back to me by the end of the day with a passing grade in history. Joel was out the office door a few heartbeats later, running across the lawn toward history class. He burst into the lecture hall, puffing, startling the students who still sat taking their tests. His own exam still sat on Kims desk. The principal convinced me to try again, Joel said. Can I have a new test? Kim tapped his fingers together. Did you just go look up the answers while you were out? I promise I didnt, sir! Joel said. The office can confirm that I was sitting there the whole time, books closed. Very well, Kim said, glancing at the clock. But youll still have to finish in the allotted time. He pulled out a fresh test and handed it to Joel. Joel snatched it, then took a jar of ink and a quill and rushed back to his seat. He scribbled furiously until the clock rang, signaling the end of class. Joel stared at the last question, which he hadnt answered in true depth, lacking time. Taking a deep breath, he joined the other students at the front of the room turning in their papers. He waited until all of them were gone before handing in his own. Kim took it, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the thorough answers. Perhaps I should have sent you to the principals office months ago, if this was the result. Could you, maybe, grade it? Joel asked. Let me know if I passed? Kim glanced at the clock. He took out a quill, dipped it in ink, then began to read. Joel waited, heart beating, as the professor deducted points here and there. Finally, Kim totaled up the score at the bottom. Do I pass? Joel asked. Yes, Kim said. Tell me, why did you hand in that other test? We both know youre quite accomplished in this subject. I just needed the right motivation, sir, Joel said. Please, would you write a note to the principal explaining that I passed? I suppose. Would you, by chance, be interested in studying in my advanced history elective this summer? Maybe next year, Joel said, spirits soaring. Thank you. When Joel reached the office a short time later, he found the form waiting for him. It was filled out, and it ordered Joel to become Professor Fitchs research assistant for the summer. Beside it was a note from the principal. Next time, try talking to me. Ive been thinking lately that the Rithmatists are too concerned with keeping themselves separate from the rest of the campus. Im very curious to see how Professor Fitch handles his current project. Inspector Harding insisted that I put my best Rithmatist to work on the problem; I found it convenient, if unfortunate, that my best scholar suddenly had plenty of free time. Keep an eye on things in regards to this project for me, if you dont mind. I may be asking you for the occasional update. Principal York PART TWO CHAPTER Joel left the dormitory building early the next morning, crossing over to the Rithmatic campus. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of the flowering trees and the recently cut lawn. The Rithmatic campus consisted of four main buildings of stately brick, named after each of the four Rithmatic lines. The professors made their offices on the upper floors of each building. Joel opened a door on the outside of Warding Hall, then entered a cramped stairwell. He climbed to the third story, where he found a thick wooden door. It was gnarled and knotted, which gave it the aged feel that prevailed across the Rithmatic campus. Joel hesitated. Hed never visited any of the Rithmatic professors in their offices. Professor Fitch was a kindly man, but how would he respond to finding out that Joel had gone over his head, approaching Principal York directly? There was only one way to find out. He knocked on the door. A short time passed with no answer. He reached up to knock again, but at that moment, the door was flung open. Fitch stood inside, his grey Rithmatists coat unbuttoned, shog the white vest and trousers he wore underneath. Yes? Hum? Fitch asked. Oh, the chalkmakers son. What brings you here, lad? Joel hesitantly raised the form that Principal York had given him. Hum? What is this? Fitch took the form, looking it over. Research assistant? You? Joel nodded. Ha! Fitch exclaimed. What a derful idea! Why didnt I think of this? Yes, yes, come in. Joel let out a relieved breath, allog Fitch to usher him through the door. The chamber beyond felt more like a hallway than a room. It was much longer than it was wide, and was cramped with piles of books. A few slot dows in the right wall illuminated an amalgamation of furniture and knickknacks piled against both walls. Two small springwork lanterns hung from the ceiling, their gears clicking as they shone. Indeed, Fitch said, picking his way through the stacks of books, I should have known York would make everything work out. Hes a brilliant administrator. Heaven only knows how he manages to balance all of the egos bumping around this campus. Sons of knightsenators mixing with Rithmatists and men who see themselves as heroes from Nebrask. My, my. Joel followed the professor. The room ran along the outside of the building; at the corner, it turned at a ninetydegree angle, then continued northward along that wall as well. The room eventually ended at a brick wall, against which sat a small, neatly made bed. The tuckedin sheets and quilted covering seemed quite a contrast to the clutter in the rest of Fitchs dark, brickwalled office. Joel stood at the corner, watching Fitch rifle through his books, stacking some aside, uncovering a plush stool and matching easy chair. There was a musty scent to the place: the smell of old books and parchment mixed with that of dank brick walls. The air was slightly chilly, despite the approaching summer weather outside. Joel found himself smiling. The office was much as he had imagined. The left wall was hung with sheets of paper bearing aged Rithmatic sketches. Some were protected in frames, and all were covered with annotations. There were so many books that the piles themselves seemed to pile on top of one another. Exotic knickknacks lay half burieda flute that looked Asian in origin, a ceramic bowl with a colorful glaze, several Egyptian paintings. And the Rithmatic Lines they were everywhere. Not just on the wall hangings. They were printed on the covers of the books, scratched into the floorboards, woven into the rug, and even sketched onto the ceiling. I asked York for an assistant, Fitch was saying as he puttered about, but I would never have dared ask for a nonRithmatist. Too untraditional. But there must not be a rule about it, and Lad? Joel looked at the middleaged Rithmatist. Yes? You seem distracted, Fitch said. Im sorry the place is such a mess. I keep meaning to clean it, but since nobody ever comes in here but meand, well, I guess now youthere didnt ever seem to be a point. No, Joel said. No, its perfect. I How could he explain? Coming in here feels like coming home. Fitch smiled. He straightened his long coat, then settled into the chair. Well then, he said, I suppose I should put you to work! Let me see He cut off as a quiet knock echoed through the room. Fitch cocked his head, then stood. Now, who Oh yes. The other student. Other student? Joel asked, trailing Fitch as he rounded the corner and walked down the cluttered hallway. Yes, hum, Fitch said. York assigned her to me for a remedial tutelage. She gave a very poor shog in mywell, Professor NalizarsRithmatics class. Joel hesitated. Its not He trailed off as Fitch pulled open the door. Sure enough, the redcurled Melody stood outside, wearing her white skirt. Shed traded her grey sweater for a shortsleeved, buttoned blouse. She was actually kind of prettyshe had nice eyes, at least. Im here, she announced with a loud voice. Let the flogging commence! Too bad she was crazy. Flogging? Fitch said. My dear, are you well? Melody stepped into the room. Im merely resigned to my fate, Professor. Ah, good, very well. Fitch turned around and walked back past Joel, waving for Melody to follow. She stopped beside Joel as Fitch began digging through some piles. Tell me honestly, Melody said, whispering to Joel, are you follog me? Joel started. What? Well, you did take the same math class that I did. We get assigned our classes by the campus office! Joel said. After that, she continued, speaking as if she hadnt heard his protest, you got a job at the campus officethe same place that I, unfortunately, have to do service. Ive had that job since the beginning of the term! And finally, she said, you followed me to Fitchs office. Pretty suspicious. I didnt follow you. I was here before you! Yes, Melody said, a convenient excuse. Just dont show up outside my dow at night, or I shall have to scream and throw something at you.
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