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The wideopen dining hall was a hubbub of activity and chaos. Professors and spouses sat on the far left side of the room, laughing and talking together, their ren seated at separate tables. Staff were on the right side of the chamber, settled at several large wooden tables. The Rithmatic students had their own long table at the back of the room, almost tucked away behind a brick outcropping. lained. The chalk workshop held too many memories. Joel stared at the ceiling. Some nights, This will be acceptable, I presume? Nalizar asked. Exton hesitated, then nodded. Joel, however, felt himself beginning to fume. You did this because of me. Nalizar finally looked at Joel, then frowned. And you are? This is a lot to go through, just to keep one out of your classrooms, Joel snapped. Nalizar looked him up and down, then cocked his head. Dusts, Joel thought. He actually doesnt recognize me. Does he pay so little attention? Arrogant , Nalizar said indifferently. I must take this action to make certain that Rithmatic students are not bothered now or in the future. He stalked from the room. Melody sat down in one of the chairs by the door, opened her notebook, and began to sketch. I cant believe he did that, Joel said, sitting back down. I dont think he cared about you, specifically, Melody said, still sketching. Hes very keen on control. This is just another way for him to get it. Hes a bully, Joel growled. He thinks like a soldier, I guess, Melody replied. And he wants to keep separation between Rithmatists and others. He said that we needed to be careful how we acted around common people. Said that if we didnt hold ourselves aloof, wed gain sycophants who would interfere with our work. It Melody, dear, Florence said. Youre rambling. Melody blinked, looking up. Oh. Wait, Joel said. Shouldnt you be going back to class with Nalizar? She grimaced. No. I well, he kind of kicked me out. Kicked you out? Joel said. Of class? What did you do? My circles werent good enough, she said with a dramatic flip of her fingers. What is it with circles, anyway? Everyone is so crazy over circles. The arc of a Line of Warding is vital to the structural integrity of the defensive perimeter, Joel said. If your circle has an inconsistent arc, youll be beaten the moment a single chalkling gets to your wall. Drag an even circle is the first and most important Rithmatic skill! Dusts! Melody said. You sound just like a professor. No der all the students think youre so odd! Joel blushed. Even the Rithmatists thought he focused too much on Rithmatics, it appeared. The back door of the office opened. Florence? the principal asked. Whos next? Joel stood up and met the principals eyes. The large man frowned, mustache drooping. Joel? Florence crossed the room and handed him Professor Kims note. The principal read it, then groaneda loud, booming sound that seemed to echo. Come in, then. Joel rounded the counter. Florence gave him a sympathetic shake of the head as he passed her and entered the principals office. The wood trim of the chamber was of fine walnut, the carpet a forest green. Various degrees, accolades, and commendations hung on the walls. Principal York had a towering desk to fit his large frame, and he sat, waving Joel toward the chair in front. Joel sat down, feeling dwarfed by the fine desk and its intimidating occupant. Hed only been in this room three other times, at the end of each year when hed failed a class. Footsteps fell on the carpet behind, and Florence arrived with a file. She handed it to York, then retreated, pulling the door closed. There were no dows in the room, though two lanterns spun quietly on each wall. York perused the file, letting Joel sit in silence, sweating. Papers ruffled. Ticking from the lanterns and the clock. As the silence stretched, pulled tight like taffy, Joel began to question his plan. Joel, the principal finally said, voice strangely soft, do you realize the opportunity you are throg away? Yes, sir.

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