“Anton,” hissed Malus. “Anton wake up!”
“What?” Brother Riddler rolled sleepily over in his bed to see the face of his older classmate in his.
“Wake up! It’s important.”
“Okay. I’m awake.”
“You got an appointment? You woke me for that?” Riddler tugged on his blanket and made to roll back over.
“No! I’m leaving. Tonight.”
“I’ve become a squire. I will get to see all the great cities of the Empire. Or what is left of them. Just like we always talked about!”
“You’re being mental again. Go back to bed.”
“I’m serious Anton. I am quitting. You can have all my stuff.”
Anton looked puzzled. They had been boon companions, then friends, ever since Martin had been brought to the Order for testing by his mother.
“I never could have got this far without you. You were always smarter. You know that. “
“You better write.”
“I will. I’ll use the name we used to use when we didn’t want Moonbeam finding out.”
“Be careful, bro. “
“You to, little bro. I won’t be here to watch out for you anymore.”
They clasped hands briefly. Malus lifted his satchel and put a hand against the favorite saber he had taken from the fencing hall so that it would not rattle as he hurried down the ancient steps of the cathedral and out into the small hours of the night.