Wintervale knocked on her door. Whats taking you so long, Fairfax?
She opened the door a crack, her hand tight on the doorknob. My trousers are ripped. I need to patch them. You go on, Ill catch up with you.
Hanson is handy with a needle. Wintervale pointed at a shorter boy behind him. Want him to help?
Last time he helped me, he used my left testicle for a pincushion, she said.
The boys in the passage laughed and left, stomping down the stairs like a herd of rhinoceros.
She slipped into Wintervales room to see the direction the boys went. Then she knocked on the princes door. No one answered. She opened the door to an empty room.
Where was he when she needed him?
She could pretend to fall victim to a sudden abdominal complaint, but what if Wintervale, or someone else in the houseMrs. Hancock, for instanceinsisted on medical attention for her? The last thing she wanted was a scrutiny of her body.
She paced in the princes room, torn. If she didnt go soon, Wintervale might send someone to fetch heranother undesirable outcome.
Had she the
opportunity to spy on the game for some time, she might grasp its essence. But what if the playing field was entirely open, with nowhere for her to conceal herself?
There was no perfect solution. Shed better return to her room and study the rules of cricket againif she could study with her heart hammering awayand then try to approach the pitch unobserved.
But as she stepped back into the corridor, Kashkari came out from his room.
Shall we go then? he asked amiably.
She was caught.
CHAPTER 
11
He hated unanticipated events. The unanticipated should happen only to the unanticipating . It was not fair that he, who spent all his waking hours actively preparing for everything the future could lob at him, should be caught short like this.
Yet from the moment Fairfax burst into his life, he had lurched from one unforeseen event to the next. He should have told her to walk around with a limp, well enough to attend school but not eligible for sports.
It had come as a shock to him, his first Summer Half at Eton, hearing Fairfax discussed as a cricketer. But with the popular consensus already formed, it was too late for him to intervene and convince the other boys that Fairfax was instead a rower.
He had meant to give her a few surreptitious lessons in cricket, but there had not been time. And damn it, Wintervale was not supposed to call a practice today.
His lungs hurt, but he forced himself to run even faster. She had no idea what to do. She would flounder and betray her ignorance.
Wintervale might begin to question things. Of course he would not immediately conclude that Fairfax had never existed before yesterday, but it was dangerous to have anyone question anything.
When the individuals on the pitch became distinguishable, he saw that it was Kashkari bowling. Kashkari took a short run, wound his arm, and bowled. The ball flew fast, but Wintervale, at the crease, was ready for it. He knocked it low and straight, toward the exact middle of the gap between the mid-wicket fielder and the square-leg fielder.
It was a good hit. The ball would zip past the fielders and roll out of bounds, giving Wintervales team an automatic four runs.
A white blur: someone sprinting at tremendous speed. That someone dove to the grass. When he again stood straight, he lifted his hand to show that he had scooped the ball out of midair.
Fairfax! And by catching the ball before it had landed, she had dismissed Wintervale, one of the best batsmen in the entire school.
Wintervale emitted a jubilant shout. What did I tell you? What did I tell you? All we needed was for Fairfax to come back.
Titus belatedly realized that Wintervale was addressing him . He had stopped running at some point and was staring, agape. He gathered himself and shouted back, One lucky catch does not a cricket prodigy make!
This earned him a disdainful glance from Fairfax. For some reason, his heart beat even faster than a minute ago, when he had feared that his entire scheme would be going up in smoke.
The practice resumed. Not even two overs latereach over being a set of six balls bowled consecutivelyshe dismissed Sutherland by striking one of the bails above the stumps while he was still running.
Wintervale was beside himself. He had Fairfax replace Kashkari as the bowler and set Kashkari to bat. The moment the ball left Fairfaxs hand, everyone on the field knew that the team at last had the bowler they desperately needed: she threw with an astonishing velocity.
Kashkari, not expecting the ball to hurtle at him so swiftly, barely managed to hit it. A fielder near him quickly scooped up the ball, and Kashkari could not score any runs.
Wintervale shouted directions at Fairfax. Higher! Lower! Put some spin to it.
She spun the ball very decently for someone with such attack to her throw. Kashkari wiped his brow as she readied herself to bowl again.
Take him out, Fairfax, Titus heard himself yelling, enthused beyond what he had ever thought possible for cricket. Take him out!