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a sister, and you never told me?” the girl exclaims, outraged.
    Arthur pulls her off his arm. “She was away all the time. What was there to say?”
    The girl sniffs. “Well, you’ve checked up on her, and she’s fine. Let’s get out of here then.”
    Without another word, the three of them turn around and head down the hill, leaving me alone with the last boy who’s still propping me up. I sigh. So much for family ties.

 
    “So why didn’t ya come on one of ’em freshman boats?” the guy asks in a low drawl. “Woulda been a lot dryer.”
    “Thought Arthur…was gonna…drown,” I say, still trying to catch my breath before I manage to process everything he’s said. “Boats?”
    “Yeah, they’ve just landed, see?”
    A few hundred paces away, two wooden boats are discharging a slew of students onto the grass to the flickering light of torches. Waiting before the gleaming keels is a woman, her short red hair whipping about her face with the wind. But what draws my attention aren’t her strange clothes that seem an amalgamation of dark leather and silver plating, nor the very long scabbard at her waist from which a dark hilt is clearly protruding, but the fact that she’s directing a longboat down from the air, onto the ground, next to the other two. I shake my head; the lack of oxygen must’ve affected me more than I thought.
    “Boats, of course,” I say. Falling from the sky, how quaint. “And, where exactly are we? The hospital? Did I suffer a concussion by any chance?”
    The boy smacks my back, and I nearly swallow my tongue. “Looks like ya had a lil too much to drink is all! This is the International School of Lake High, o’ course.” He gets up then, with a wide grin, holds out a callused hand to help me up.
    “You mean that our”—I pause, picking my words carefully— “school is on a lake?”
    “Under would be more precise, miss.”
    “It’s Morgan,” I mumble automatically, taking his hand. “Did you say under?”
    With much reluctance, I let go of him, the only thing that tells me this may not be a dream after all. Looks like America truly does have some impressive technology.
    The boy, a head shorter than me, brings his hand to his forehead as if he’s used to wearing a hat. “Pleasure to meet you, Morgan,” he says, drawing out my name so it sounds like More-Gun. “My name’s Percy, at your service. Now ya better get back there, or Lady Ysolt’ll skin ya alive.”
    I look back toward the group of students that’s now filing in two perfect rows down the hill, toward what looks like one gigantic five-sided stone honeycomb cell and some kind of shrub at the top that makes the building look like it’s wearing a toupee.
    “With the freshmen?” I ask, confused. “Shouldn’t I wait for the seniors?” There’s no way I’m going to be sent back three years—I was never
that
bad a student!
    Smile glittering in the waning darkness, Percy points to the embroidered cross on my drenched uniform. “Not accordin’ to yer blazon.”
    “What, this doesn’t mean I’m going to another Catholic school?” I ask.
    But Percy just gives me a small bow before rushing down the grassy hill.
    I watch him disappear in the ever-growing throng of people herding toward the strange-looking school, their way lighted up by so many torchlights it looks like some of the constellations have sunk beneath Lake Winnebago as well. Maybe it is a madhouse, after all.
    Behind me are empty fields with the dark outline of a forest cut out against the lightening sky-lake. If I want to escape, now’s the time to do it. I take a few rigid steps toward the unwelcoming expanse, then stop, eyes blinking rapidly. Did I really just see a fish poke its head out of a cloud? I breathe in deeply, letting the chill air fill my lungs and hopefully clear out my obviously delirious mind.
    “Miss Pendragon!”
    I whip around, sheepish. Poking from over the hill is the face of the red-haired woman.
    “If you don’t