At Somersby-Too Far from Home

[makesthings]

The wind was blowing from the South and Sameth wished he could change it, but the Charter wasn't even there.

Today in class, Cochrane had been lecturing them on the merits of democracy and kept giving him pointed looks so that he had to try and speak up for monarchy.

It was horrible and he didn't do a good job of explaining things since so much of it depended on the Charter and explaining his family's hard history.

In the end, he didn't feel like much of a prince and going outside didn't help since nothing felt quite real enough.

So he ended up in his room staring down at a piece of paper and wishing for ideas, but all the things that he wanted to do needed the Charter.

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[makesthings]

The argument is growing louder as somehow it devolved into the merits of the players and Marks' and Cochrane's general failings.

Sam nods and turns since he's just slightly closer to the door and slips through before waiting for Nick.

[wordofa_sayre]

The rest of the students, not having any wish to end up as targets of the teachers' anger, have started to disperse.

Nick holds his breath, takes three more steps back, and turns to dart through the door after Sam.

It's just his bad luck that a broken piece of wood cracks under his foot as he does, bringing Marks's head around with a jerk.

"SAYRE!"

"Yes sir -- infirmary, right now, absolutely -- " Nick hastily sketches a half-bow to Cochrane, then without waiting for an answer, bolts the rest of the way through the door.

"Run for it!"

[makesthings]

The yell makes Sam wince and grabs Nick's sleeve to pull him and run. At least Cochrane's forgotten about him for now.

Somewhere halfway across the field he starts laughing with relief and hits Nick in the arm,

"I've got bandages in my room. We're not explaining this again."

[wordofa_sayre]

"Suits me."

Nick claps him on the shoulder in turn, grinning.

"Come on. Let's get out of here."