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school, should your parents wish it.”
    “I haven’t learned everything yet.”
    “Nor have you finished properly. That is not the point.”
    “What is the point?”
    “You are old enough to know your own mind. Whose patronage will you undertake? Queen and country, supernatural, Picklemen? Will you follow your training in the pursuit of our ends, or those of your beau?”
    “And what of my own wishes?”
    Lady Linette was not so foolish as to answer that. “Or the vampire who sends you gifts?”
    “Reading my mail, Lady Linette? How gauche. I guess the answer to your question is, I don’t know yet.” Sophronia felt emboldened. “I like this school but not the potentate, although working for queen and country seems no bad thing.”
    “The one is tied to the other, I’m afraid.” Lady Linette seemed genuinely contrite, either because of the potentatehimself—who did have a regrettable personality—or the fact that Queen Victoria’s government had so fully integrated the supernatural element.
    “That is the difficulty, isn’t it? Right now my vampire friend’s gifts, I must own, are attractive. Although not my vampire friend himself,” Sophronia replied.
    Lady Linette was looking at Sophronia with more respect than she had ever shown before. “He is not so bad a choice. We would be sad to lose you, but he could absolutely afford your indenture. Although he is a vampire; he might want something extra for it.”
    Sophronia felt almost like an equal. What, she wondered, had just happened in that class to cause this shift in her own social standing with her teacher? Whatever it was, she hoped to capitalize on it. She rather enjoyed the novelty of garnering respect from an adult. So she accessed her training and responded as it dictated.
    “When I have made up my mind, Lady Linette, you’ll be the first to know.”
Well, after Dimity, Agatha, Sidheag, and Soap. And Bumbersnoot. Bumbersnoot will have to be included in any of my future plans.
    “Very considered response, Miss Temminnick. A word of warning: you can’t change him, Miss Temminnick.”
    “Who? My vampire friend or my Pickleman beau?”
    “Yes.” Then, in one of her rapid switches of topic, designed—they had all learned—to unsettle an opponent, Lady Linette said, “Where is Lady Kingair, Miss Temminnick?”
    “Unwell,” said Sophronia, instinctually covering for her friend’s absence.
    “Oh, indeed, and what form of illness has afflicted her? She’s customarily so hardy.”
    When fibbing, always stick as close to the truth as possible
. “Of the sentimental variety. She had a letter that quite overset her.”
    Lady Linette’s expression changed. So much so that Sophronia wondered if she knew the contents of Sidheag’s letter. Had she intercepted a private pigeon before it reached its intended target? Highly illegal, of course, worse than reading Lord Akeldama’s notes, but Lady Linette was an intelligencer. She did more illegal things before tea each day than most people did in a lifetime.
    The teacher said, “Understandable sentiment, I suppose. But I expect to see her at supper, otherwise I will send matron. Perhaps she is in need of laudanum to settle her nerves.”
    “Very good, Lady Linette. I will let her know.”
    With which Sophronia escaped, gliding down the passageway as quickly as her skirts would allow.
    Sidheag had not returned, not that they could conceive of a way for her to do so without being found out. The school was, after all, floating midair and very high up. In deference to the presence of Preshea; her new chamber-mate, Frenetta; and a gaggle of other girls, the three friends retreated to Sophronia and Dimity’s room. Bumbersnoot was delighted to see them. The little mechanimal trundled about tooting smoke out his ears and puffing steam from below his carapace. His tail tick-tocked back and forth and Agatha, despite Sophronia’s admonishments not to spoil him, fed the metal dog torn scraps of a brown paper