The three
men are needed elsewhere and are hailed by a shout from across the square. They
make their excuses and promise to meet us after the recital. I turn to Yates.
‘Tarquin’s going to hate us isn’t
he.’
Yates nods. ‘Probably. But it’s
not like you’re leading an exodus. He can’t make you out to be Moses or
something.’
‘I’m not leading anyone?’ I
reply. ‘I just want to go and people are following.’
‘You mean the definition of
leading people.’ Yates smiles. ‘Like it or not, Easton. You’re a leader. You jumped in to save me for one, that’s some pretty
strong evidence. You know what’s right.’
I’m taken aback by his
complimentary honesty. ‘I-I just try to do the best thing, I never want to
cause any trouble. And really, don’t you think Elle’s the leader in this group?’
Yates laughs. ‘Just because you’re
a leader doesn’t mean you’re the strongest out of us.’
I have to agree there. Elle’s
resilience to carry on living shows her strength more than anything. I resolve
once more to help her find her father, even if it’s just to see him alive and
well wherever he’s now stationed.
As though she were summoned by
the very mention of her name, her bush of pink hair sweeps between us.
‘Are you two just going to stand
here all day?’ she asks. ‘This thing’s going to start in a minute.’
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