The young boy stood and watched her for a long time. She wasn’t like the others, twisting her hands nervously or looking anxious. She stood in line almost sedately, waiting to be counted and to find out her fate.
As he’d suspected she was assigned to Blue town and went on her way with a smile on her face and a skip in her step. He assumed she had other relatives there and wouldn’t be housed completely alone.
He had no such assignation being the son of one of the elite. He had no choice but to go where he was sent but always there were ways to smooth the process and go where you desired. Just a token pressed into a willing hand and a blind eye turned and you were set.
The next morning saw Solomon shrugging on his backpack and waiting at the foundry gates for Reuben. He came out of the gate wearing a perplexed expression and sauntered over to Sol.
After an awkward masculine hug and a handshake that ensured the safe transfer of Sol’s token, Reuben sighed and raised a quizzical eyebrow at him. “Are you really sure you want to go through with this? which translated to “Are you really sure she’s worth all this hassle?”. Sol smiled and replied quietly “I’m sure”.
Reuben led Solomon back to the foundry gate, scrawled a note in a ledger, stamped Sol’s hand with a rubber stamp and swung the gate open to admit him.
To be continued.