Chapter 46
Week 17, Instructor Calendar, May 1896
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
‘Tis hard to reconcile.
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The tall windows of the auditorium illuminated the stage with an over-enthusiastic brightness. The glare hit King Duncan square in the face. The king squinted and held up a hand to shield her eyes.
“Miss Pomeroy, could you please draw the shades?” Concordia called over her shoulder. She had finally wedged the stiff, leather scabbard into position so she could secure the belt to it. She didn’t want to let go now, dash it, or she would have to fuss with it all over again.
Miss Pomeroy, crouched at the hem of a student’s costume, sighed, brushed straggling wisps of hair from her round face, and awkwardly got to her feet. Concordia offered an apologetic grimace
