“What about the sooties?” wondered Sophronia. “If this test is really that dangerous, shouldn’t they be allowed off as well?”
“Oh, they don’t count,” said Sister Mattie airily. “Besides, they are needed to run the boilers. Every engineer is on duty right now, too. It’ll take all the muscle we have to get high enough.”
At that, Sophronia understood exactly what was going on. Everything fell into place—needing a teacher, the school having to travel to London, the vampires’ interest in aether technology. “Giffard is running another aether test tonight, and he needs our school to shadow him because Professor Braithwope is involved. His tether can’t be stretched that high, right?”
“Now, dear, you shouldn’t concern yourself.” Sister Mattie dismissed her with forced casualness and moved away.
Vieve appeared at Sophronia’s elbow, dark hair free of the chronic cap but dimples firmly in place. “Did you notice? They are taking the invention from the lab with them.” Professor Shrimpdittle was carrying the metal suitlike contraption. “And you know what my aunt did? She installed one of the guidance valves inside it! Let’s hope they are better than I am at getting it to turn off correctly.” With that she disappeared again.
Sophronia moved back to Dimity, Agatha, and Sidheag. “I do wish they would do the counting soon.”
“Why?” Agatha was instantly suspicious.
“Because she wants to stay on board,” explained Dimity.
Sidheag was having none of it. “What if they do another count when we are on the ground?”
“I have to chance it. I can’t leave the sooties to go up alone. It isn’t fair.”
“Very noble, Sophronia,” applauded Dimity. “I didn’t know you had an altruistic bone in your body. Charity is so ladylike.”
Sidheag snorted. “Nonsense. She wants to see what’s really happening.”
Sophronia grinned. “Can’t it be both?” She looked with concern at Dimity and Pillover. “You two, please stick tight to Captain Niall? Just in case there are any further kidnapping attempts. The one contingent I can guarantee isn’t after you is the werewolves. If you stay near the captain, he’ll protect you as he would any student.”
The Plumleigh-Teignmotts looked as if they would like to object.
“Please, Dimity. Please?” Sophronia was more earnest than Dimity had ever seen her.
Dimity nodded, her round face doll-like in its seriousness.
Sophronia turned to Sidheag. “Keep an eye on them, too?”
Sidheag nodded. “Kidnapping?”
“I’ll explain later.”
Sidheag nodded again. Sophronia blessed Lady Kingair’s military upbringing. The girl knew how to follow orders.
“Oh, and Dimity, as you exit, could I have a little diversion?”
Dimity pursed her lips. “Of course. What kind—”
Mademoiselle Geraldine clapped her hands, and all the girls turned to face her expectantly. “Line up by year for the counting. Debuts this side, midranks there and there, oldest girls that side, boys at the back.”
There was shuffling while they did as they were told. Felix took it as an opportunity to brush close to Sophronia.
“What’s going on, do you think?” he asked.
“You mean you don’t know?”
“No, why should I?”
“Your people are involved.”
“What do you mean, my people?”