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salamander?” She slaps her hands together. “Cool, huh? But don’t worry, the elemental’s well controlled. It won’t set fire to this place. Come on, let’s get to Mass, or we’ll get detention. Besides, you definitely can’t miss the oath taking,” she adds, tapping the wall so the light shuts off.
    “I knew you guys were high-tech, but to use radioactive animals like that…” I say, craning my neck up as we walk out, but the light fixture is now empty.
    The sound of bells in the distance makes Bri jump. “Malediction! We’re going to be late for Lauds! Hurry up and put on your jacket, unless you don’t mind showing up to mass half naked!”
    She flashes me a grin before dashing back into the now-deserted hallways. Struggling to put my shirt on the right way, I hurry after her.

     
    “North,” Bri tells me when we hit the ground floor.
    We hurry after a couple of other stragglers. The bell rings once more, then remains silent.
    “Oooh, not good,” Bri says, bolting through the north door and into the open air.
    At the other end of the long paved path stands a large white church with a single steeple and long, narrow stained-glass windows. We make it inside before the double doors close and, gasping, stop long enough to dip our fingers into the holy water bowl and make a hurried cross sign, then head down the aisle to find Owen and Jack.
    “What took you so long?” Owen asks, scooting over to let his sister and I sit.
    “Hey, we’re on time. Give us a break,” Bri says.
    “Just in time,” Jack says, pointing toward the front.
    Dressed in a long black cassock, a priest is now making his way to the front of the altar. He bows, crosses himself, then turns to face us.
    The heady smell of incense reaches me before I see two boys and two girls walk down the nave toward the front, then settle to each side of the altar.
    “Greetings, brothers and sisters, daughters and sons,” the priest intones in a steady voice. “Let us begin this day in prayer. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.”
    “Amen,” I say in unison with the rest of the congregation.
    Once the first notes of the Kyrie Eleison ring out, my brain clocks out. From where I sit, I have a direct view of the priest and, in front of him, a cordoned-off section of pews where, to my surprise, is Arthur, his back straight, dark blond head held high.
    My gaze roams about my new surroundings, resting occasionally on some of the people assembled—more students, I guess from the uniforms. Even with the whole school present, only a third of the benches are filled, giving the place an impression of emptiness.
    Large votive candles hang along the pillars above us, their flickering lights turning the capitals’ carved figurines into grotesque demonic forms that seem to be laughing at me from their lofty heights.
    Despite my best intent, my eyelids start to droop, and I nod off. I get brutally awakened when Bri jabs me in the ribs with her sharp elbow.
    “Ow, what?” I snap, blinking.
    My words echo under the now-quiet ribbed vaults. Bri gestures toward the front of the church, where the priest is focusing his whole attention…on me.
    “What?” I mouth to Bri, shrinking lower on my bench.
    “You’re supposed to go up there,” she replies in the same manner.
    I force myself to my feet and nearly trip on the kneeler. I hear a couple of people laugh, but I remain stoically standing.
    “We are welcoming today our newest member,” the priest says, motioning me forward.
    Legs shaking, I manage to make my way over to the chancel, where the priest has me kneel down. One of the altar boys brings him a thurible, 6 and the priest proceeds to incense me, which only makes me feel more drowsy.
    “Dear God Almighty and Victorious,” he says, “you sent your Son into this world to banish the power of Satan and his evil horde, to rescue mankind from darkness, and to bring your servants into your light.
    “We pray for Morgan Pendragon, who has