Advanced Mythology by Jody Lynn Nye

Author:Jody Lynn Nye [Nye, Jody Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction, Fairy Tales; Folk Tales; Legends & Mythology
ISBN: 9781892065476
Google: LcfXPQAACAAJ
Amazon: B00UXHNRNC
Publisher: WordFire Press
Published: 2004-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

To their surprise, the Master was very understanding.

“I haf been vating for this, Mees Londen,” he said, his chin tipped so he could peer up at her through the gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. “I am merely surprised that only you claim fatigue. Vit the schedule that this vun has been keeping, he ought to be exhausted as vell.” He swept a hand toward Keith.

“Not me,” Keith said cheerfully, handing over his essay with a flourish. He’d finished it hastily that morning and printed it out on Diane’s computer. “Hit me with your best shot. I’ll take it.”

In spite of his bravado, he felt a little light-headed. He put it down to the protection spell around the farm.

His teacher raised his wiry red brows high on his forehead. “Ve vill see. In the meanwhile, Mees Londen, I am not unreasonable. Let us change your responsibilities. Attend class, listen, participate, and I vill not ask for written work from you until the end of this term, and then, vun paper only. Is that acceptable?”

Diane’s eyes shone. “Thanks, sir. I really didn’t want to quit. It’s just that something had to give.”

The Master chuckled.

“Your villingness to continue despite your situation inclines me to be generous in return. You are velcome. Now, please sit down. The others haf been vaiting for you. Now, Meester Doyle, as you are so ready to offer your interpretation, in the writings of Hegel, ve find a correlation betveen …”

By the time class was over, Keith felt as though his brain has been shampooed, set with steel curlers, and blow-dried on high. He’d come out of the session in reasonably good shape, but not without a good mental workout. The Master, never loath to take an opportunity to burst a self-important bubble, called on Keith as often as possible, and insisted that he defend his answers. Holl and the others enjoyed watching the grilling. It gave them a chance to take it easy. Tay in particular thought it was fun.

“Thanks for the show,” he said, slapping Keith on the back in the vicinity of his kidneys. “I didn’t have much time to study, but you drew all the lightning today.”

“Glad to be of service,” Keith said with a playful grimace. The white-haired elf went away, sharing the joke with Candlepat. Seeing the smallest children playing at the far end of the big room watching him, Keith rose from the bench and gave them his most melodramatic stagger, as if he was so weak he’d collapse within steps. Diane applauded.

“Fantastic,” she said. “Can I tell the paramedics that you died of Nietzsche?”

“Bravo.” Marcy joined in, rising from her seat among them with Asrai clinging to her. Enoch was working with a fine rasp on a small piece of sculpture a few paces away. Dola sat among the toddlers and babies, helping them string big wooden beans on a lanyard. “For both the performance and keeping up with the Master.”

“Piece of cake,” Keith announced blithely. “I’ve got crumbs all over my hands.

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