forward and addressed the entire company. âDoes anyone else wish to join them?â The Ironbone girls looked at one another, each hoping no one else would take the offer. âThere is absolutely no shame in it. Some people simply arenât equipped to battle witches.â
Evie ground her jaw back and forth. It was as though Hazelbranch were speaking directly to her.
Go,
she told herself.
Youâre only here because of some silly parchment, not to get in the middle of a war. Go. Now.
But she didnât.
âVery well,â said Hazelbranch. âFor the rest of you, I will now administer the Pennyroyal Academy oath. If youâll all place your hands over your hearts, and after Iâve finished, say, âI swear it so.ââ
Evieâs hand rose to her chest. It felt light and numb, as though it belonged to someone else. She turned to face the Pennyroyal coat of arms above the door, with its princess, knight, dragon, and witch.
âI promise to do my duty. To support and defend the free peoples of the world against all witches. I will practice Courage, Compassion, Kindness, and Discipline to the best of my ability, and will always endeavor to live a life of high moral character.â
No one spoke. It was as if they allâfrom Maggie to Maloraâwanted to give the moment the reverence it deserved. Swearing the oath was a final step and a first step all in one. The journey toward princesshood would now begin, and each of them knew it.
âI swear it so,â they said in unison.
Evie, softly, and after everyone else, said, âI swear it so.â
âCongratulations,â said Hazelbranch with a smile. âYou are now officially princess cadets, third class. You have just joined the ranks of the greatest princesses ever to live, and if that witchâs prophecy is correct, at least one of your year will someday be listed among them.â
The jubilant buzz slowly returned. Hazelbranch began working her way through the room, congratulating each of the girls.
Maggie turned to Evie with a smile. âWe did it!â
Evie dropped to her bunk. A black cloud swirled through her head. Swearing the oath had sentenced her to face that which she had hoped to never encounter again.
Despite her overwhelming fatigue, she lay awake hours after the last torch had been snuffed. She stared outside as dull gray clouds spread from one corner of her window to another, slowly swallowing the white moonlight like a curtain being drawn.
Whatâs this?
the witch in the cottage had said, eyes wide and hungry.
Whatâs this?
speaking of Evie as though she were a piece of candy waiting to be devoured.
Whatâs this?
said the witch.
Whatâs this?
âWHATAREYOU LOT STILL DOING IN BED? ITâS TIME FOR . . .â
In an instant, the pink sunset and crashing seawater of Evieâs dream became the dull gray of the barracks. She blinked herself back to consciousness, disoriented to wake somewhere other than the woods. And thatâs when she saw the incensed face of the Fairy Drillsergeant looking straight at her.
âBloody hell . . .â
The swish of bedsheets and tunic dresses, the clop of shoes on stone, everything stopped at once. The cadets followed their commanderâs gaze across the room, where Evie squatted atop the footboard of her bunk. She scrambled to the floor, but it was too late. The Fairy Drillsergeant darted across the barracks.
âDID YOU SPEND THE ENTIRE NIGHT PERCHED UP THERE LIKE A MAGPIE?â
âI . . . Iâm sorry, Fairy Drillsergeant.â
âWhy?â said the Fairy Drillsergeant, shaking her head. âWhy do
I
always get the bloody fopdoodles? Iâd lay my wand thereâs not a single cadet in Bramblestick Company who SLEPT ON THE END OF HER BUNK!â
Evieâs mouth quivered. Her eyes had begun to mist over, but she would not let herself cry. âPlease, Fairy