“Against what?”
When Mandoran failed to answer, she passed the frown on to Annarion, who looked both defiant and uncomfortable. “I’m taking the Test of Name.”
Tain’s eyes darkened to a midnight blue, and if Kaylin hadn’t been human, hers would have joined them. “You’rewhat?”
“I’m going to the High Halls to take the Test of Name.”
* * *
Kaylin was not stupid, in spite of what many of her early teachers had believed. She could put two plus two together and end up with four. “If Teela is coming over to ask if she can stay for a while,” Kaylin said out loud, “does that mean therestof the cohort are coming to visit as well?”
“Not without your permission,” Annarion replied, guilt shifting the corners of his eyes and mouth.
“Look, some of us think it’s anincredibly stupiddecision. But we know it’s dangerous, and none of the rest of us have taken the Test, either. If he goes, we’re not going to let him go on his own.”
“Teela’s taken the Test.”
Mandoran exhaled. “Yes. We know. That’s part of the problem. She can’t come with us.” He stared, quite deliberately, at his feet. Since this meant—to Kaylin—that he was trying not to look at anyone else, she frowned.
“She can’t go with you.”
“No. Not if she follows the customs and laws of the High Halls.”
Kaylin did look up then. “But Tain hasn’t taken the Test of Name.”
Silence.
Kaylin said, “Oh, no.No. I amnotgetting between the two of you while you’re arguing. You won’t kill each other, but the collateral damage will probably kill anyone who isn’t Barrani!”
“We are not arguing,” Tain replied. His voice was chilly, his eyes the same dark blue.
Annarion apparently also found his feet interesting.
Tain was not a Lord of the High Court. He was Teela’s partner, and Teela was. But the other Barrani Hawks were like Tain. A second class of citizen, a lesser class, in the eyes of most Barrani Lords. He’d never seemed to give a damn. But clearly, he did now.
She wondered who, among the cohort, had voted against Annarion taking the Test. Mandoran and Teela, certainly. But had any of the others?
“Yes,” she said, out loud. “The cohort can stay here as our guests. Given what happened with the two of you,” she added, looking at the Barrani who were still staring at their feet, “I wantsomeof the city to remain standing.”
“They’ve been taking the same lessons we have,” Mandoran offered. “They learn what we learn.”
“Are they like you or like Annarion?”
“...We’re not sure yet.”
“Then they aredefinitelystaying where Helen can keep an eye on them.”
* * *
By the time Teela arrived at the front door, Tain, Annarion and Kaylin were standing in front of it. Mandoran hung back, but not with any real hope of avoiding a face full of blue-eyed, angry Teela, which is what greeted them when Helen opened the front door.
Her eyes shifted into indigo when she saw Tain. Tain didn’t appear to notice, but he wasn’t one of the cohort, and he’d lived in the real world—near Teela—for much longer than anyone else had.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded, with no grace whatsoever.
Tain didn’t throw Mandoran to the wolves, which is clearly what Mandoran had been dreading. “I’ve heard that the cohort, as Kaylin calls them, is coming to stay.”
That wouldn’t have been Kaylin’s choice of opening words, but Kaylin was not Teela’s partner.
