New candidates: leave trunks and report to SchlHs
I did so, glad to abandon the heavy trunk. At least Bruni had pointed out the Schoolhouse, so I did not have much difficulty in finding it. Unlike at The University, every location in The Camp was thoroughly signposted. I stopped at the entrance of the Schoolhouse. It wasn’t a door, as the whole place was a large tent. There was nowhere to knock, but I had no interest in interrupting a class by walking right in. I probably would have stood at that entrance all day, frozen with indecision, had a bronze-shirted candidate not stopped to help. He was older than I, not yet a man but closer to the cusp. His eyes gave a quick scan, down and up, noting my clothing (neither blue nor bronze) and my size (tall, somewhat scrawny, but quite normal in m
