"Michelle Levigne - Sunsinger Chronicles Book 01 - Sunsinger" - читать интересную книгу автора (Levigne Michelle)

enemies unloaded their bags for them. Bain stood in the doorway and watched. He was glad his bunk
was next to the door. He had a chance to sneak in and pack without anyone seeing him. He didn't want
any trouble, and he knew no one would help him if someone picked on him. He slipped through the door
and went to his bunk. No one noticed him until he opened his trunk.

“What're you doing?” Toly Gaber demanded. He stomped through the rain of clothes and snatched the
bag from Bain's hands. The bulky blond boy glared at him.

Bain stared back. Toly looked angry, so that meant he hadn't been chosen to go. Then Bain realized that
hedidn't have to be afraid of Toly anymore. Even if Toly beat up on him now, the bully wouldn't be on
the ship. Bain might never see him again.

“Packing,” Bain said, snatching the bag back. He hoped the bully would be surprised he fought back,
and not hit him. Bain knew even if Toly did hit him, he couldn't fight back. Fighting might get him left
behind.

“Packing?” Alan joined them. He was Toly's friend but not as nasty. The red-head boy's blue eyes went
wide. Some other boys noticed, and the ruckus in the dormitory quieted a little. “You can't pack—your
name isn't on the list.”

“Captain Fieran said I could go.”

“Captain Fieran?” Toly sat on Bain's bunk, disbelief and envy wiping the usual nasty frown off his face. “I
heard about her. She's a Free Trader. Her ship's older than anything in this sector.” He frowned again.
“How do you know you're going?”

“I was there when she was talking to Governor Cowrun.”

“What'd you do to make her let you go?”

“You don'tmake a Spacer do anything,” another boy called from the back of the group. “She knew you
had Spacer blood, didn't she?” He sounded jealous.

No one had ever been jealous of Bain before. It felt good, but strange.

“He's always lying about being a Spacer,” Toly said. He grabbed a shirt out of Bain's bag. “I say you
can't go.”

“You have nothing to do with it,” a quiet, adult male voice said from the doorway.

Dr. Anyon leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the boys. His summer tan was just a little
darker brown than his one-piece uniform, just a little lighter than his coarse hair and unsmiling eyes.

“Sir?” Bain jammed the rest of his clothes into his bag and stood. Something had gone wrong. He just
knew it.

Maybe Captain Fieran had changed her mind and decided to take all babies or all girls, or she decided
Bain was an arrogant little boy she didn't want on her ship.

“Are you boys almost packed?” Anyon took two steps into the room. He glanced around at the open