No, they werent, said Wintervale. I changed the wallpaper just before the end of the last Half.
You are luckyand good, the prince whispered in her ear.
His breath against her skin sent a jolt of heat through her entire person. She couldnt quite look at him.
The room was soon filled to capacity. Two small boys crouched before the fire, one making tea, the other scrambling eggs with surprising expertise. A third delivered buttered toast and baked beans.
She observed the goings-on carefully: the young boys, no question about it, acted as minions to the older boys.
Benton, whod earlier been tasked with taking her valise to her room, now returned with a plate of still sizzling sausages.
You didnt burn them again, did you, Benton? Wintervale asked.
I almost never burn them, Benton responded indignantly.
Wintervale poked Iolanthe with his elbow. The new boys, they do get so ornery by the third Half.
His elbow rammed a very tender spot in her chest. She would always be proud that she only sucked in a breath in reaction. Theyll learn their places yet.
She walked to the plant and fingered its soft, ferny leaves. A weathervine, no doubt about it. Did you always have this?
I raised it from a seedling, Wintervale answered. It was probably only three inches tall when you went home with the broken limb.
Perhaps the prince gave one to him? It doesnt seem as if Ive been gone quite that long.
How was Somerset? Kashkari asked.
Somerset ? Instinctively she moved closer to the prince, as if his proximity made her less likely to make mistakes. You mean Shropshire?
The prince, whod taken a place on Wintervales bed, gave her another approving look.
Acacia Lucas, one of Master Haywoods pupils in Little Grind, had been quite keen to marry the prince. One day, during a practical under Iolanthes supervision, Acacia had pointed at his portrait and whispered to her friend, He has the face of an Angel . Iolanthe had looked up at the princes coldly haughty features and snorted to herself.
Acacia was not entirely rightor entirely wrong. He was nothing like a sublimated Angel. But a sublunary one, perhaps: the dangerous kind that made those gazing upon them see only what they wished to see.
She saw a stalwart protector. But was that what he truly was, or merely what she desperately wanted? As much as she did not wish to, somewhere deep inside she understood that he had not risked everything purely out of the goodness of his heart.
Sorry, is it Shropshire? Kashkari shook his head. How was Shropshire then?
He had straight blue-black hair, olive skin, intelligent eyes, and an elegant, if slightly forlorn mouthan
outstandingly handsome boy.
Cold and wet for the most part, said Iolanthe, figuring that was always an acceptable weather for spring on a North Atlantic island. And then, remembering herself, But of course I spent all of my time inside, driving our housekeeper batty.
How was Derbyshire? the prince asked Kashkari, moving the topic away from Archer Fairfax.
Iolanthe let out the breath shed been holding. The prince had shown remarkable foresight in making Fairfax someone whod spent most of his life abroad: it could be used to excuse his lack of knowledge concerning Britain. But it was the barest piece of luck that shed remembered his mention of Shropshire. No matter how unfamiliar with England an expatriate was, he should still know where he lived.
I wish there were enough time between terms for me to go back to Hyderabad. Derbyshire is beautiful, but life in a country house becomes repetitive after a while, Kashkari replied.
Good thing you are back in school now, said the prince.
True, school is more unpredictable.
Is that so? School is predictable for me, and I like it that way, said Wintervale. We should have a toast. To school, may it always be what we want it to be.
Tea was ready. Wintervale shooed out the young lackeys and poured tea for his guests. They clinked their teacups. To dear old school.
Tea at home was usually accompanied by a few bites of pastry. But here teathe table was laden with eggs, sausages, beans, and toastconstituted a meal on its own. Iolanthe hoped this meant that the boys would concentrate on their food. Any more questions and she was bound to betray herself.
Make sure you eat enough, said Wintervale. We need you ready for cricket.
What cricket? Grasshopper? AhIm as ready as I will ever be.
Excellent, said Wintervale. We are in desperate need of a superior bowler.
A what? At least Wintervale did not expect her to define what a bowler was. He only extended his hand to her. To a season to remember.
She shook his hand. A season to remember.
Thats the spirit, said Kashkari.
The prince did not look nearly as thrilled. What exactly had she committed herself to with that handshake? But before she could pull him aside and ask, Kashkari had another question for her.
I dont know why, Fairfax, he said, but I have a hard time remembering how you broke your leg.
Her stomach plunged. How did she fudge a question like that?