"But it wasn't thirty to forty men," Master Spink said. He pointed his finger out at the room, sweeping it slowly from one side to the other. "It was all of you. All you Hakens raped and murdered her. Because of the hate you still harbor in your hearts, you all took part in that rape and murder."

He turned his back to the room. "Now, get out of here. I've had all I can stand of your hate-filled Haken eyes for one day. I can endure your crimes no longer. Go. Go, until next assembly and think on how you might be better people."

Fitch bolted for the door. He didn't want to miss her. He didn't want her to get out into the street. He lost track of her in the shuffle of others hurrying to get out, but he did manage to squeeze to near the head of the line.

Once out in the cool night air, Fitch moved off to the side. He checked those who'd left before him and rushed out to the street, but he didn't see her. He waited in the shadows and watched the rest of the' people coming out.

When he saw her, he called her name in a loud whisper.

Beata halted and looked over. She peered into the shadows trying to tell who it was calling her name. People pushed past to get down the path, so she stepped off it, closer to him.

She no longer wore the dusky blue dress he liked so well, the dress she had worn that day she went up to meet the Minister. She now had a wheat-colored dress with a dark brown bodice above the long flare of skirt.

"Beata, I have to talk to you."

"Fitch?" She put her hands on her hips. "Fitch, is that you?"

"Yes," he whispered.

She turned to leave. He snatched her wrist and yanked her into the shadows. The last of the people hurried off down the path, eager to go home and not interested in two young people meeting after assembly. Beata tried to wrench her arm free, but he kept a grip on it as he dragged her farther into the black shadows of the trees and bushes to the side of the assembly hall.

"Let go! Let go, Fitch, or I'll scream."

"I have to talk to you," he whispered urgently. "Come along!"

She instead fought him. He dragged and pulled until he at last reached a place deeper in the brush where they wouldn't be seen. If they were quiet, no one would hear them, either. Moonlight fell across them in the gap of brush and trees.

"Fitch! I'll not have your filthy Haken hands on me!"

He turned to her as he let go of her wrist. Immediately, her other arm came around to strike him. He'd been expecting it and caught her wrist. She slapped him hard with her other hand.

He slapped her right back. He hadn't hit her very hard at all, but the shock of it stunned her. A Haken man striking anyone was a crime. But he hadn't hit her hard at all. It wasn't his intent to hurt her, only to surprise her and make her pay attention.

"You have to listen to me," he growled. "You're in trouble."

In the moonlight he could clearly see her glower. "You're the one in trouble. I'm going to tell Inger you dragged me in the bushes, struck me, and then-"

"You've already told Inger enough!"

She was silent a moment. "I don't know what are you talking about. I'm leaving. I'll not stand here and have you strike me again, now that you've proven your hateful Haken ways with women."

"You're going to listen to me if I have to throw you on the ground and sit on you."

"You just try it, you skinny little eel."

Fitch pressed his lips tight as he tried to ignore the sting of the insult.

"Beata, please? Please just listen to me? I have important things I need to tell you."

"Important? Important to you, maybe, but not important to me! I don't want to hear anything you have to say. I know what you're like. I know how you enjoy-"

"Do you want to see the people working for Inger get hurt? Do you want Inger to get hurt? This has got nothing to do with me. I don't know why you think so low of me, but I'll not try to talk you out of it. This is only about you."

Beata folded her arms with a huff. She considered for a moment. He glanced to the side and checked through a gap in the brush to make sure no one on the street was watching. Beata smoothed her hair back above an ear.

"As long as you don't try to tell me what a fine young man you are in your fancy uniform, like those overlord beasts, then talk. But be quick about it. Inger has work for me."

Fitch wet his lips. "Inger went to the estate with the load today. He went because you refused to deliver to the estate anymore-"

"How do you know that?"

"I hear things."

"And how did-"

"You going to listen? You're in a lot of trouble and a lot of danger."

She put her fists on her hips but remained silent, so he went on. "Inger figures you got taken advantage of at the estate. He came and demanded something be done. He's demanding the name of the ones responsible for hurting you."

She appraised him in the moonlight.

"How do you know this?"

"I told you, I hear things."

"I didn't tell Inger any of that."

"Don't matter. He figured it out on his own or something-I don't know-but the important thing is he cares about you and he's hot for something to be done. He's got this idea in his heat! that he wants justice done. He's not going to let it go. He's set on causing trouble over it."

She sighed irritably. "I should never have refused to go. I should just have done it-no matter what might have happened again to me."

"I don't blame you, Beata. If I was you, I might've of done the same."

She eyed him suspiciously. "I want to know who told you all this."

"I'm a messenger, now, and I'm around important people. Important people talk about what's going on around the estate. I hear what they say, that's all, and I heard about this. The thing is, if you were to say what happened, people would see it as you were trying to hurt the Minister."

"Oh, come on, Fitch, I'm just a Haken girl. How could I hurt the Minister?"

"You told me yourself that people are saying he'll be the Sovereign. Have you ever heard anyone say anything against the Sovereign? Well, the Minister is almost to be named Sovereign.

"How do you think people will take it if you had your say about what happened? Do you think they'd believe you're a good girl telling the truth and the Minister was lying if he denies it? Anders don't lie, that's what we're taught. If you say anything against the Minister, you'll be the one marked a liar. Worse, a liar trying to do harm to the Minister of Culture."

She seemed to consider what he said as if it were an unsolvable riddle.

"Well… I'm not going to, but if I did say anything, the Minister would admit what I said was the truth-because it would be. Anders don't lie. Only Hakens are corrupt of nature. If he said anything about it, he would admit the truth."

Fitch sighed in frustration. He knew Anders were better than them, and that Hakens had the taint of an evil nature, but he was beginning to believe the Anders weren't all pure and perfect.

"Look, Beata, I know what we've learned, but it isn't always exactly true. Some of the things they teach don't make sense. It isn't all true."

"It's all true," she said flatly.

"You may think so, but it isn't."

"Really? I think you just don't want to admit to yourself how disgusting Haken men are. You just wish you didn't have such a depraved soul. You wish it wasn't true what Haken men did to those women long ago, and what Haken men did to Claudine Winthrop."

Fitch swiped his hair back from his forehead. "Beata, think about it. How could Master Spink know what was done to each of those women?"

"From books, you dolt. In case you've forgotten, Anders can read. The estate is full of books that-"

"And you think those men who were raping all those women stopped to keep records? You think they asked the women their names and all and then wrote it all down just right so there would be books listing everything they did?"