Actually she was the headmistress of a girls’ school. But whatever university he ended up in, he’d plod through to a mediocre degree, then become a teacher, because that’s what his mother wanted. He would do his exams and if he passed, which he probably would, he was set on a course that would take him on eventually to university, although not one of the good ones, not Oxbridge or anything like that. Henry thought about it, then said vaguely, ‘Exams and things.’ It was anything but vague inside his head.
‘What are you going to do if you go home?’ ‘Pyrgus doesn’t want me to go home?’ Henry said, surprised, then realised how stupid that sounded and managed to say something more stupid still: ‘My mother would kill me.’ He looked at Blue in the vain hope of her understanding and added, ‘If I didn’t come home.’īlue ignored it. ‘You don’t want to go home, I don’t want you to go home, Pyrgus doesn’t want you to go home, so why not stay?’ She reached out and took his hand, so that they were walking together by the water’s edge. ‘Oh, Henry, I wish you wouldn’t do that,’ Blue said mildly. If there was ever a perfect setting for a romantic moment, this was it and he knew, beyond doubt, he was about to blow it. Night stocks had begun to release their scent and there was torchlight reflected on the river. They were walking in the gardens of the Purple Palace and Blue looked absolutely gorgeous. He knew he was plunging into one of his wretched waffles where he repeated what people said and cranked up his village idiot expression, but he didn’t seem to be able to do anything about it.
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