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of the light and look at those of us who are left. Most of the initiates were from Dauntless, so only nine people remain. Of those, I am the only Abnegation transfer, and there are no Amity transfers. The rest are from Erudite and, surprisingly, Candor. It must require bravery to be honest all the time. I wouldn’t know.
    Four addresses us next. “Most of the time I work in the control room, but for the next few weeks, I am your instructor,” he says. “My name is Four.”
    Christina asks, “Four? Like the number?”
    “Yes,” Four says. “Is there a problem?”
    “No.”
    “Good. We’re about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It—”
    Christina snickers. “The Pit? Clever name.”
    Four walks up to Christina and leans his face close to hers. His eyes narrow, and for a second he just stares at her.
    “What’s your name?” he asks quietly.
    “Christina,” she squeaks.
    “Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would have joined their faction,” he hisses. “The first lesson you will learn from me is to keepyour mouth shut. Got that?”
    She nods.
    Four starts toward the shadow at the end of the tunnel. The crowd of initiates moves on in silence.
    “What a jerk,” she mumbles.
    “I guess he doesn’t like to be laughed at,” I reply.
    It would probably be wise to be careful around Four, I realize. He seemed placid to me on the platform, but something about that stillness makes me wary now.
    Four pushes a set of double doors open, and we walk into the place he called “the Pit.”
    “Oh,” whispers Christina. “I get it.”
    “Pit” is the best word for it. It is an underground cavern so huge I can’t see the other end of it from where I stand, at the bottom. Uneven rock walls rise several stories above my head. Built into the stone walls are places for food, clothing, supplies, leisure activities. Narrow paths and steps carved from rock connect them. There are no barriers to keep people from falling over the side.
    A slant of orange light stretches across one of the rock walls. Forming the roof of the Pit are panes of glass and, above them, a building that lets in sunlight. It must have looked like just another city building when we passed it on the train.
    Blue lanterns dangle at random intervals above the stone paths, similar to the ones that lit the Choosingroom. They grow brighter as the sunlight dies.
    People are everywhere, all dressed in black, all shouting and talking, expressive, gesturing. I don’t see any elderly people in the crowd. Are there any old Dauntless? Do they not last that long, or are they just sent away when they can’t jump off moving trains anymore?
    A group of children run down a narrow path with no railing, so fast my heart pounds, and I want to scream at them to slow down before they get hurt. A memory of the orderly Abnegation streets appears in my mind: a line of people on the right passing a line of people on the left, small smiles and inclined heads and silence. My stomach squeezes. But there is something wonderful about Dauntless chaos.
    “If you follow me,” says Four, “I’ll show you the chasm.”
    He waves us forward. Four’s appearance seems tame from the front, by Dauntless standards, but when he turns around, I see a tattoo peeking out from the collar of his T-shirt. He leads us to the right side of the Pit, which is conspicuously dark. I squint and see that the floor I stand on now ends at an iron barrier. As we approach the railing, I hear a roar—water, fast-moving water, crashing against rocks.
    I look over the side. The floor drops off at a sharp angle, and several stories below us is a river. Gushingwater strikes the wall beneath me and sprays upward. To my left, the water is calmer, but to my right, it is white, battling with rock.
    “The chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy!” Four shouts. “A daredevil jump off this ledge will end your life. It has