Chapter 32
Bradamante halted in the doorway of the classroom.
“You’re my teacher?”
“For now,” Astolpho answered. “It would have been Ferrau if he hadn’t left.”
Bradamante glanced at the other students entering the room. All were younger than she was. “I’m in the wrong room.”
“No, you belong here,” Astolpho confirmed. “This is for new students.”
Bradamante motioned for him to speak to her in private. “I’m not new. I’ve already studied with Manat.”
“Not here. Not with us.”
It sounded suspiciously close to what Manat had said that first night in the white house.
“I want to talk to you later,” Bradamante whispered. “I want to know exactly what you know about me. I think you owe me that.”
“There is a time to speak and a time to be silent,” Astolpho whispered back. “Now please go sit w
