Conspiracies - Mercedes Lackey [9]
“I don’t see how you can eat all that,” Addie said with a sigh as Muirin plopped down at the table opposite her.
“Practice,” Muirin answered. She pushed the second plate toward them. It was stacked with plain brownies of various kinds.
Spirit picked up the top one—marbled and studded with M&Ms—and bit into it. She didn’t have much of an appetite, but hey: chocolate. Bread and circuses, her mother’s voice whispered in her mind.
“So, come on, open your other one!” Muirin urged around a mouthful of fudge and ice cream.
Spirit had almost forgotten about the second box. Why had she and Loch both gotten two when no one else had? She tore the paper off quickly. Inside it was a pasteboard box, and inside that was a tiny wooden jewelry box—a ring box—with the Oakhurst crest (what a shock) laser-cut into the top.
She opened it.
Inside, on a bed of black velvet, was what looked like … a class ring. Well, a really nice class ring, not the cheesy ones the high school kids back in Indiana had, the kind with fake stones, set into rings made out of some cheesy-yet-fancy-sounding made-up metal like “Valadium” or “Endurium.” She lifted it out of its box and inspected it curiously. It was gold—when she looked inside the band, she saw it was stamped 24K—and felt heavy, very heavy. On the sides of the band were the broken sword and the inverted cup from the Oakhurst coat of arms. The bezel of the ring said: ABSOLUTUM DOMINIUM.
“Absolute dominion,” Loch translated. He’d opened his own box and was looking at his ring curiously.
With everything else about the ring being so lavish, Spirit would have expected the stone to be something she recognized, something real. But to her surprise, it looked like something “lab created.” It was opaque like an opal, a strange glittery sort of opalescent blue, the kind of thing that made you think there were other colors in it, only no matter how hard you looked, you couldn’t see them.…
Spirit tore her eyes away with an effort and stuffed the ring back into the box and closed it. It made her uneasy for reasons she couldn’t quite understand. She saw Loch slip his on—of course it fit perfectly—and bit back the impulse to cry out a warning. Against what?
“Oh, they gave you your rings,” Muirin said offhandedly.
“Our rings?” Loch repeated, staring at his hand as if he was fascinated.
“Hey, open your stuff first!” Muirin demanded. “Look what I got!”
“You’d think they wouldn’t want to encourage you,” Addie murmured, as Muirin brandished the kit of makeup brushes and manicure tools. But she ripped the paper off her box gleefully, revealing a Monopoly set. It was the fanciest one Spirit had ever seen, with a wooden box and gold-colored counters.
“I get really tired of using the ones in the Games Library,” Addie said, grinning. “There are always a couple of pieces missing, and not enough Monopoly Money to get through a full game.”
She looked at Burke expectantly. He opened his gift methodically, prying the tape loose from the ends and folding the paper carefully.
“You got a football?” Muirin asked in disbelief. “This place has footballs coming out of its … ears.”
“Yeah, but not like this,” Burke said. “This is the old style, the one they stopped using around 1930. The modern one is more lightweight and streamlined.” He hefted it appreciatively.
“Okay,” Loch said, in tones that made it clear he didn’t really get it. “But about the rings…?”
“Okay. Class rings. We all get them at some point in our first year at Oakhurst,” Burke said.
“Why don’t you wear them, then?” Loch wanted to know.
“Because they’re dorky,” Muirin said with contempt. “I mean, come on. Class rings? That’s so Fifties!”
“But—”
“Come on, Murr-cat,” Addie said decisively. “You guys guard Muir’s sugar-hoard. We’ll be right back.”
Muirin rolled her eyes, but followed Addie out of the room, while Burke continued. “You don’t have to wear them,