"students don't interrupt or criticize a Kazak. We owe you no explanations for our conduct. As the senior Kazak on the Hill I could inquire as to the reason for the shooting, except from Master Lynn. She is my equal. But in the end, a Kazak is only responsible to the Committee. They are the sole judges of our actions."
"There is a lesson here. These two men raped Diane a week ago. She conducted herself well and did not complain. The other students conducted themselves well in not helping her." Several of the women were frowning as I spoke. "That will sound harsh, but it is not for you to decide when the rules apply and when they do not. In addition, you must resolve your own problems. However, it is the Kazaks' responsibility to ensure the rules are used to produce Kazaks not monsters. On the ground are two students who used the rules to abuse others students. They violated two rules: your not here to have fun and no sex. But their real mistake was thinking they could make their own rules. You." I pointed to the boy Herbert had upended. He had just managed to rise. "Will drag those bodies to the helicopter pad and wait for it to arrive. You are leaving with them. You did not violate any of our rules; however, you showed poor judgment in defending their actions and lying. I would suggest everyone return to the barracks. Tomorrow is not a rest day."
"You have an interesting way of dismissing students, Lynn." Johar smiled before walking off.
***
Towards the end of the third year, Clare came for a working visit. She had gotten the Committee's approval to follow up with the women candidates. They had finished their academic work, had been practicing self-defense for over a year, and had completed their first year with modern weapons: guns, knives, and batons. The second challenge results would be announced while Clare was here. Only the three men I had eliminated had gone, but I knew one man and one woman would be eliminated in the second Challenge, bringing the total to ten men and eight women. I believed everyone would be surprised by the results. My first Challenge for the women had been more successful than I had anticipated.
***
I met Clare as she exited the helicopter. "Welcome my love." I gave her a long tight hug and a kiss. I had to admit seeing Clare often and without injuries had been wonderful. If for no other reason than she had been relaxed because didn't have to constantly worry about me being injured or killed while protecting a client.
"I understand the women are doing well. And Jody?" Clare asked. She knew Jody had been having trouble with the school courses and languages.
"She reminds me a lot of me. Somehow, my analogy of a language to street slang turned her around. She is fluent in French and doing well with Russian. Psychology was easy for her. I wonder if it has something to do with growing up in bad neighborhoods. Anyway, her other subjects were average. She's better than average at self-defense and guns, but marginal at batons. She's passed the second Challenge, and will pass the third easily. But don't tell her that. She needs to continue to fight with everything she has if she's to have a chance to pass the forth and fifth Challenges." As we reached the Kazak living area, Johar met us.
"Welcome to the Hill, Clare. I understand this is a working visit and you are going to interview the women candidates. We are all impressed with them. Your soul-mate did a good job."
"I'm impressed any of them survived a year with her, and more that some of them impressed her. I love Lynn, but her idea of good is everyone else's idea of perfection." She turned and squeezed my arm and kissed me on the cheek.
***
The transition from the third year to the fourth, called the second Challenge, wasn't very impressive. Master Johar assembled the students to announce the results.
"Charlie Fidel and Mary Lo Tilla, you have failed the second Challenge and will leave on the helicopter tonight. The rest of you will be