final classes of the day, and together they cut across the common lawn and past the classroom buildings to the Scavage field.
âIf I donât try out for the Scavage team,â Hal reasoned for about the fourth time that day, âTaylor will just make fun of me for the rest of my life.â Hal squinted as he took off his glasses to clean them. âBut then again, if I do go, heâll still make fun of me, because I know Iâll be terrible.â
Hal had spent the last hour in Biology and the Bond. But since Bailey didnât have an Animas, heâd been placed in a low-level History course taught by a Professor Nillow. Bailey had borrowed a spare copy of the Biology and the Bond textbook from the library, however, and had spent most of Nillowâs lecture on the birth of Parliament flipping carefully through its pages, and admiring the detailed diagrams of both human and animal energy systems.
âDo you really think itâll be that bad?â Bailey asked, glad to be out in the fresh air. âYou never know, you might beââhe looked Hal up and down: his thick glasses, without which he couldnât see a brick wall in broad daylight; his skinny arms and legsââum  â¦Â good.â
âHa-ha,â Hal said, pulling a face. âIâm just glad youâre coming with me. Youâre going to try out too, right?â
âWhat?â Bailey had a sudden vision of Taylor running him down and pelting him with Flicks as sharp as arrows. âAre you insane?â
âCome on, I bet youâd actually be good at it!â Hal said. âWhat about that throw you made yesterday? Youâd be wonderful! I meanââhe lowered his voiceââwho cares if you donât have an Animas if youâre on the Scavage team?â
âNo, Hal,â Bailey said firmly. âI donât need to draw any more attention to myself.â He was too small to make the team, he was sure, and he knew that Scavage involved plenty of humanâkin communication. Even
trying
to play might make his Absence obvious to the older students.
Hal stopped walking. Theyâd reached the top of a sloping hill. Behind them, the marble classroom buildings loomed, but in front of them was a cheery stadium with wooden stands built around a sprawl of forested terrain. Hal turned to Bailey.
âListen,â he said, his eyes wide behind his glasses, âmaybeâjust hear me outâmaybe your Animas didnât exist in the Lowlands. But maybe itâs here somewhere, and if you give yourself the chance, out on the Scavage field, it will
find
you. Who cares about the other students? You came here to push yourself, right? This is as good a chance as any.â
Bailey still wasnât sure, but Halâs confidence moved him. Maybe he was right; Bailey, like Hal, was afraid of looking like an idiot out on the field, but he
had
come here to push himself.
âOkay,â he said slowly. âBut we get beaten to a pulp, itâs on you.â
Hal sighed deeply. âThank you,â he said. âI owe you one.â
The Scavage field wasnât just a field. The playing ground was a solid quarter-mile of Fairmount land that contained everything from open grassy space to dense woods covered in undergrowth. The farthest edge of the playing field bordered a set of low rocky cliffs, nearly hidden by the trees. The stadium seating that extended around three sides of the field was high enough so most spectators could watch all the action. People seated in the lower rungs could hear a play-by-play called out during each game by three different announcers who perched in dangerously tall nest-like lookout points arranged on three sides of the field.
Bailey began to feel nervous as soon as he saw the crowd of students gathered by the gates to try outâand, even worse, people who had come to cheer on their friends and get a look at the new hopefuls.