October 16, 2016 by Lyn Thorne-Alder
“Now that that little travelling curiosity show is over,” Lirnilalie muttered, “we can get back to business. My papers–”
“As I told you already,” LIbkazaari interrupted, “your papers aren’t here. The only papers that are here belong to the Students here and to the school.”
“Then you won’t mind if I look around.” Lirnilalie stepped forward towards the desk. Enrie’s heart leapt into her throat.
“Yes, I would mind.” Libkazaari stood up and walked around to the front of her desk. “You are here on the sufferance of the school, and why the school suffers you in the first place, I’ll never know.”
The door to the office swung open. Wiltemika stepped in, followed by a man Enrie had never seen before and Stable-Master Karton, who looked quite unhappy. Actually, they all looked miserable.
“Let Lirnilalie have what she came for, Libkazaari.” The Head of School’s voice was firm.
“Respectfully, no, ma’am. There is no reason for her to get what she wants here.”
“Libkazaari. Let her have what she came for, and then we will discuss the matter. With all of you.” Her gaze swept over Enrie, Saydrie and Taikie.
The House Monitor frowned. “There is no reason to give her these papers. They’re the students’ work, and belong to the students.”
“In this, I’m going to ask you to trust me. There is due reason to give her the papers, as much as you might dislike it. Please stop covering for me.” Wiltemika’s voice took on a strange tone. Enrie did her best not to stare, and she had put herself between her friends and Lirnilalie, blocking their view. “It’s important that we give Lirnilalie her papers and let her leave here with due haste. I’m sure you remember Reeve Debereb. He visited here last year and three years before that? Give them the papers, Libkazaari, and then we’ll talk about your insubordination.”
“Yes, we will.” Libkazaari’s frown was deep and angry. Still, she gathered up the papers on her desk, all of Enrie’s papers, and handed them to Wiltemika. “This is everything.”
“I’m sure it is.” Wiltemika sorted everything into a neat pile and handed it to Lirnilalie. “There. Now, Reeve Debereb, Associate Governor Ilonilarrona, Lirnilalie, please leave my school. You’ve been nothing but disruptive to the education here, and, after all, this is primarily a place for education – no, solely. Get out, if you don’t mind.”
“Careful, Head Wiltemika,” Reeve Debereb complained. “You should mind your tone.”
“I chose my tone very carefully, thank you very much. Out, now. Stable-master Korten, you can help them get to their carriage, I’m sure?”
“With pleasure, Head Wiltemika.” The Stable-Master bowed deeply and with more than a little exaggeration. “Lady Associate Governor, Lord Reeve… miss.”
“I don’t want to be escorted by a Stable-Master,” Ilonilarrona began to complain. Lirnilalie poked her just under the ribs with three fingers.
“Don’t make anything worse than it already is, Ilona. Be quiet and leave while we still can.”
“Ilonilarrona, be quiet or you will be silent for much longer.” Lirnilalie allowed herself – and thus her minions – to be escorted out of the office, holding their newly-gained papers under her arm.