That ended the day the Provost published a list with my name on it.

[ He doesn’t say your friend the Provost. He doesn’t even pause to leave room for an implication, so busy writing now that he’s tilted his elfroot down to rest idle between two nuggy cuspids.

And yet. ]

Which isn’t to say this wouldn’t have been easier if we’d simply arranged for an accident to expose new arrivals without their buy in.