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"The gods help us," he cried, setting off at a run across the forum, Reading the whole picture before he had gone twenty paces.
Arkus loomed before him. "My lord-"
"Get men, ropes-follow me! Hurry!"
Arkus relayed the order and quickly caught up with Lenardo. When they encountered the two breathless children, Lenardo stopped only long enough to tell them: "We know. Help is on die way."
All the while, he was projecting to Julia, //I'm coming. Don't move,// for the struggles of the children threatened to bring more dirt down on them.
At the site, Lenardo Read all four children alive. The girl who had fallen in had a broken arm, but the other three were only scratched and bruised. They were half buried, though, and more wall threatened to cave in. "Where are those ropes?"
"They're coming, my lord," Arkus replied, peering cautiously into the depths of the well. "Who's down there?"
"Julia. Three other children. They know better!"
"Father?" a frightened voice called up to them.
"Hush! We're here. Keep still, all of you." Men arrived with ropes, followed by Josa, Helmuth, and Sandor.
"Lower me into the well-" Lenardo began. "No, my lord," said Arkus and Helmuth with one breath.
"The walls are collapsing. Someone must go down for them."
"We'll hold the walls," said Arkus. "Josa-" The young woman hurried to his side, taking his hands and saying fearfully, "But heavy earth-"
"We don't have to move it," Arkus replied, "just make it stay in place. My lord, tell us where to concentrate. Someone small should go down there."
"I'll go, sir," said one of Arkus' soldiers, a compactly built young man with muscular shoulders.
In moments, although it seemed to take forever, the men laid a beam across the top of the well so that the soldier could be lowered without hitting the walls.
Arkus and Josa, facing each other with hands joined, concentrated on keeping more dirt from falling on the children.
The injured girl was brought up, and Sandor had her asleep and healing before the soldier reached the bottom of the well again. He had to dig the others out. One by one, he slung the rope about the boys and sent them up while he freed Julia.
She had calmed down, her confidence in Lenardo overpowering. But I'm not doing anything, he thought. If only I had Adept powers. Dust drifted down from the side of the well, and he said, "The side opposite. This side's already fallen. Hold that side!"
Arkus and Josa paled, but the wall held. With agonizing slowness the soldier freed Julia, started to put the sling on her"No," Lenardo called. "Both of you-the walls could go at any moment."
The hauling on the rope began again, backs bent with a will, but tired now, Arkus and Josa on the brink of collapse, the well wall threateningLenardo grabbed the rope, adding his weight, instantly raising blisters in the uncalloused area of his hands between thumb and forefinger but not caring, needing to help.
The rope moved too slowly. The wall started to cave in. As guilt and fear ate at Lenardo, he Read Julia's panicked litany: III love you, Father. I'll be good. Help me, oh, help me, Father! Don't leave me again! Father!//
Chapter Three
The rope came up bit by bit. Then eager hands pulled Julia and the soldier over the brink as a cheer went up. Divested of ropes, Julia leaped into Lenardo's arms as Arkus and Josa let go, staggering and leaning heavily on each other. The wall fell with a crash, and dust flew up from the mouth to settle over everyone.
In the next few hours, operating purely by rote, Lenardo Read the children and the rescuers, made sure that everyone with injury or strain was healed, distributed rewards to all who had helped in the rescue, and finally bathed the grime off himself in the cold water of the bathhouse. His order that everyone bathe at least twice a week had caused grumbling, but in the heat of summer it was being obeyed. They'd have to get the warm and hot baths functioning by winter. His people might think his insistence on bathing some personal quirk, but they did not understand how cleanliness could disrupt the spread of disease.
By the time Lenardo walked home, Cook had made Julia presentable, and he was begi
His footsteps rang on the mosaic floor in the huge entrance hall. Eventually this might become an all-purpose audience room like Aradia's great hall. By the gods, I'm starting to think like a lord. The title still seemed implausible, and as her teacher, he had instructed Julia to call him Master Lenardo.
She was waiting in his room, which was furnished with a bed, two chairs, and a table, none of which matched. Julia sat on the window ledge, looking out into the courtyard. She did not turn at Lenardo's entrance, but he could feel her terrible tension as she tried to Read his mood.
"Julia," he said, "we must talk."
//Can't we-//
"No. We will discuss this like nonReaders, because you have caused several nonReaders to be badly hurt."
"Nobody was hurt bad," Julia protested, turning to face him and pulling her knees up to her chin, balancing on the sill. "Candida just got her arm broke. It'll be all right in a couple of days. When I got my arm broke, it took weeks to heal. Old Drakonius, he never healed nobody. You're lots nicer."
Ignoring her attempt to placate him, Lenardo said, "Candida's injury is the point, not that Sandor could heal her. He could not have healed her if she had died. Furthermore, Arkus and Josa were also hurt."
"Huh?"
"They expended far more energy than they could afford. Both have collapsed in exhaustion. If I had not Read when Josa's heart went into spasms, Sandor might not have noticed soon enough. She could have died."
"Everybody dies," Julia said coldly, but Lenardo Read that her words were a defense against a world in which ordinary people were considered dispensable.
"People should not die because those in power are careless," Lenardo began.
"Arkus'd be awful sad if Josa died," Julia interrupted. "They're fu
"No, it is not fu
"They're always thinking about each other. How can I help knowing?"
"The same way I did not know until you told me-an even worse breach of Reader's Honor. Sometimes one finds out a nonReader's secret by accident. But to reveal it-" He let her feel the revulsion a Reader knew at such conduct and felt her cringe. Then he added, "Tell me why you went into the well."
"There's gold down there," she said eagerly. "More than twenty gold coins. I would've given it to you."
"You are lying. You wanted it for youself. Why? What do you lack?"
"Money for when I grow up. Mama always said she couldn't keep man nor money. She said if she'd kept all the money men gave her, she wouldn't need no one to take care of her."
"And why did you involve other children?" Lenardo pursued, ignoring the empty feeling her words produced in him.
"I couldn't get it alone. They'd each have got a gold piece. Then they'd have owed me more favors."
"You risked their lives and yours."
"I didn't know the well would fall in."
"No, you won't have the skill to Read such stresses for years. Why can't you learn to obey? I wish you could be sent to an Academy. They'd teach you some discipline."
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