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      ‘What for?’ Spink demanded.

      ‘We aren’t sick,’ I added rather stupidly.

      ‘I know that!’ Caulder was properly disdainful of our ignorance. ‘You’re to come and fetch that fat cadet back to Carneston House. The doctor has certified that he’s fit to return for duty.’

      ‘What? What happened to him?’

      ‘What I said!’ Caulder said disgustedly. ‘Come on. I’ll take you to him.’ Then, as I obediently placed my rock on my bookshelf and prepared to follow him, he demanded suddenly, ‘What’s that?’

      ‘What?’

      ‘That rock. What’s it for? What is it?’

      I was sick of this youngster, for his lack of manners and the way he flung about his father’s authority without any regard for his elders. ‘The only thing you need to know about it is that it isn’t yours,’ I responded tartly. ‘Let’s go.’

      If I’d had younger brothers rather than younger sisters, perhaps I would not have been so shocked by what happened next. Caulder shot out his hand and snatched the rock off the shelf.

      ‘Give me that!’ I exclaimed, outraged that he had taken what was mine.

      ‘I want to look at it,’ he replied, turning away from me with the rock in his hands. He reminded me of a little animal trying to hide a piece of food while he devoured it. He seemed to have completely forgotten his mission.

      ‘What happened to Gord?’ Spink demanded again.

      ‘Someone beat him.’ A note of satisfaction was in this announcement. I could not see Caulder’s face but I was certain he was smiling. A flash of anger went through me. I reached over his shoulder, seized his wrist and squeezed it. He released the rock and I caught it and restored it to my shelf in one motion.

      ‘Let’s go,’ I told him as he looked up at me, caught between incredulity and anger. He cradled his arm to his chest, rubbing his wrist and glaring. His voice was venomous as he said, ‘Don’t ever put your filthy hands on me again, you peasant bastard. This adds another strike to my tally against you. Don’t think others don’t know about how you poisoned me with that “tobacco” and then laughed at me. Don’t think I don’t have friends who can help me take revenge on you.’

      I was shocked. ‘I had nothing to do with that!’ I blurted out angrily before I could realize that keeping silent would have been better. I’d all but admitted that his tobacco experience had been a cruel prank, not an accident.

      ‘It happened here,’ he said coldly, turning away. ‘It was your patrol. All of you were in on it. Don’t think I don’t know that. Don’t think my father doesn’t know how you misused me. It’s as the Writ says, Cadet: “Evil befalls the evildoer in its time, for the good god is just.” Now why don’t you follow me and get a good look at justice?’

      Still cradling his bruised wrist, he stalked away. I paused only to put on my winter cloak. Spink had dressed hastily for the weather and was waiting for us. He glanced back at me as we went down the stairs and his face was pale. ‘Were you told to fetch us specifically?’ he asked Caulder in a neutral voice.

      Caulder spoke disdainfully. ‘Fat Gord seemed to think you were the only ones who’d turn out to help him back to the dormitories. Not a surprise, really.’

      We did not speak after that. Sergeant Rufet lifted his eyes to watch us leave but said nothing. I wondered if he already knew our mission or was giving us enough rope to hang ourselves.

      We stepped out into a cold, persistent rain. My cloak had not dried completely from its earlier use. The wool kept the warmth in but grew heavier with every step I took in the downpour. Caulder turned up his collar and hastened ahead of us.

      I had not been to the infirmary before, having had no occasion to go there. It was a wood-framed building, set well away from the classroom structures and busy pathways of the Academy campus, tall and narrow and tainted a garish yellow by the oil lamps that burned in front of it. We followed Caulder up onto a porch that creaked beneath our steps. He opened the door without knocking and without pausing to put off his hat or cloak, took us through an antechamber where a bored old man dozed at his desk. ‘We’re here for the fat one,’ he said. He did not wait for a response from the orderly but crossed the room briskly to open a second door. It led to a corridor, unevenly lit by badly spaced lamps. He marched down it, entered the second doorway and even before we reached the threshold, we heard him say, ‘I’ve brought his friends to take him back to Carneston House.’

      Spink and I crowded through the door and into the small room. Gord sat on the edge of a narrow bed. He was dressed, but his buttons were not fastened, and he sat with his upper body tilted forward and his head drooping. The knees of his uniform trousers were wet and muddy. He did not look up at us as we came in but the man attending him did. ‘Thank you, Caulder. You should probably go home now. Doubtless your mother will be wondering where you are, out so late.’ The man’s words fell somewhere between a polite suggestion and a steel command. I judged that he was not fond of Caulder and anticipated an argument from him.

      He got it. ‘My mother has not ruled my hours since I was ten, Dr Amicas. And my father—’

      ‘Will, I am sure, be very glad to see you and to hear how helpful you were in letting us know that you had found an injured cadet. Thank you, Caulder. Please give your father my regards.’

      Caulder stood stubbornly a moment longer, but as we all kept silent and avoided looking at him, he soon realized that he would witness nothing interesting by staying. ‘Good evening, Doctor. I shall convey your regards to Colonel Stiet.’ He added his last words pointedly, as if we could somehow have forgotten that his father was the commander of the Academy. Then he about-faced smartly and left the small room. We listened to the clacking of his boots as the sound receded, and then heard the door shut behind him. Only then did the doctor look at us.

      He was a spare old man with a fringe of trimmed grey hair around a bald pate. He wore rimless spectacles and a white smock over his uniform shirt. A spattering of faded brown on the smock showed that it was well used. The hand he held out to each of us in turn was veiny but strong. ‘Dr Amicas,’ he introduced himself gravely. He smelled strongly of pipe tobacco. He nodded his head almost continuously. He looked at us more over than through his spectacles when he spoke. ‘Young Caulder came racing in here close to an hour ago, abrim with the news that he’d found a New Noble cadet trying to crawl back to Carneston House.’ The doctor worked his mouth for an instant as if wishing for a pipe that wasn’t there. He seemed to choose his words carefully. ‘He seemed to know a mite too much about this cadet for someone who’d just chanced upon him. Of course your friend there hasn’t said anything different from Caulder’s tale, so I’ll have to take it at face value.’ He gestured at Gord as he spoke, but Gord still didn’t look up at us. He hadn’t made a sound since we entered the room.

      ‘What happened to him, sir?’ Spink asked the doctor, almost as if Gord weren’t sitting there.

      ‘He says he slipped on the steps of the library and fell all the way to the bottom, and then tried to crawl back to his dormitory.’ The doctor gave in to himself. He took a pipe from one trouser pocket and a pouch of tobacco from the other. He loaded СКАЧАТЬ