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    “You were careless,” Burton whispered in English. He was surprisingly poor at languages for a spy based in Vienna. She had never heard him speak German. “I eliminated your tail. We could not have him listening in to our little conversation, now could we?”
    Cam suppressed an involuntary shudder. He talked so calmly of killing, as if it were nothing. Sometimes she wondered what she was doing here. Defending the Empire was one thing, but the casual killing of innocents was not what she signed up for.
    “Has Shultz given you a mission yet?”
    “Yes, that’s why I set up this meeting. She wants me to travel to London and kill Sir Ernest Trelawney and Belinda Mann during their wedding ceremony.”
    Burton took a couple of seconds to consider this.
    “Then you have your orders. Go ahead and do it. Try not to get caught afterwards, there’s a good girl.” He stood up to leave and Cam stood and turned on him, her face red with suppressed rage.
    “You cannot be serious!”
    Burton was amused by her distress.
    “You are in deep cover. If you don’t kill a few on our side we will never get to discover their plans when it really matters. Trelawney and Mann are expendable. Not even part of the service anymore.”
    Cam wanted to punch him, but she kept her clenched fists at her side. “I want you to consult our superiors. You cannot condemn two people to death just like that.”
    Burton laughed. “Of course I can. I just killed a man because you were careless in losing him. Kill them. I dare say you will get a medal for it when you come home. Old spies who know too much are always an embarrassment.”
    Burton gave her a mock salute and left the cathedral. Cam sat back on the pew and considered praying for her soul.
     
    Winslow Becket was a fine teacher of mathematics, if by a fine teacher you meant one that obtained results. Becket’s results came at the end of a cane as it left stripes on young naked bottoms, and he was careful to apply his methods at least a couple of times during every single lesson.
    He had already reached his target this session and so was feeling quite well disposed to the pupils who had not yet felt his wrath. Even David Hart, the Farseer boy, with the strange talent to only see things that were close. However, today he was sitting some distance from the Short girl and shooing her away as she tried to get his attention with her mind tricks. Becket was well aware of her ability to project thoughts and that would never do.
    “Hart, Short come up here right now and prepare yourselves. I think we shall find out what six plus six equals. The class will count them out loud as I deliver them.”
     
    “That was you, Alice,” Tricky said as he tried to rub the pain out of his stinging backside. They had a ten minute break before the last lesson and they both needed it.
    “I got the same too. Wouldn’t ’ave ’appened if you weren’t ignoring mi.” Alice was resisting the urge to rub her bottom. She felt it wasn’t ladylike.
    “Well, you shouldn’t ’ave, you know, yesterday.”
    “It ain’t like you didn’t like it.”
    Tricky grinned. She had him there. Maybe he was being foolish.
    “You want to bunk off again? I got some cream back home takes the sting right out of a whack,” he offered.
    Alice nodded with delight. The two teens hurried down the corridor before they were seen by a teacher.
     
    Trelawney put the folder with the blue stripe on it into his briefcase and sighed. “Hiding things from Arnold is becoming increasingly tedious, my dear.”
    Belinda looked up from her knitting to address her betrothed.
    “We will tell him when his innocence will no longer betray us. Besides it is not as bad as getting married just so we can gather so many important people in one place without arousing suspicion.”
    Trelawney smiled. “Our marriage is something that should have taken place years ago, regardless of our present need.”
    “That might be so, but it took a crisis of