Secrets
That first Tuesday, neither of us chose to address the issue of the sacrifice, focusing instead on our language studies. Augustin attempted to improve his pronunciation of the English “th,” while I delved deeper into Ælte Teutonica. Part of me itched to broach the subject of Thursday’s events, while another part of me feared to do so, wondering how Augustin would react to my questions. We said goodnight fairly early, right before dinner, Augustin pledging to return two evenings later as usual. I resolved that very day, while my fearsome tutor advanced down the count’s walk toward the road, that I would not let Thursday pass without uncovering all I could about his past, dangerous though that may be. He would likely require something from me in return—the idea of that made me cring
