A/N: Annndddd here's another!

Chapter 10: Scholar's Revenge

"NOOOOOO! NEVER! You'll NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE!" I ran down the hallway, my hands in the air, screaming like a maniac, as I ran for the door. The middle aged woman got in the way, forcing me back into my unfortunate situation. Good god, even in a dress, she's fast! How does she do that?!

She gave me an icy glare. "My child, you are infuriating. I merely suggested more appropriate garments." A servant was following behind her carrying the dress she insisted I wear. "Whatever is wrong with this? I thought it quite lovely."

I flinched as I dared to glance at that…thing she insisted on calling a dress. As much as I'd LOVE to describe its adornments and colors of puke…It was tacky. And floofy. And horribly feminine.

"I asked for some new clothes, not to be girlified into some Barbie doll!" I shouted, caught between feeling horrified and utterly revolted. Trying to find a place to escape, my eyes darted in all directions like a trapped mouse.

"Will you cease your prattle?!" She scolded me, shaking her head as though trying to rid herself of a bothersome fly. "Never in my lifetime have I heard such incessant and pointless talk!"

Resisting the urge to respond to her comment, I took my chance and bailed. Sprinting into the next room, I grabbed a heavy armchair and barricaded the door…with great effort. I suppose it was adrenaline from the thought of the lady giving me a…makeover. Ugh.

Yvette owes me for this…

I felt like I was going to hyperventilate as the lady started banging on the wood, shouting for me to open it. "Uhh…Sorry! There's some furniture in the way and I'm too weak and feeble to move it myself! How unbelievably convenient!"

I went over to the window and poked my head out. We were on the second floor, which was bad news. The good news: there was an apple tree outside that was close enough the window to use as a way to climb down. It was high up, but...

But I'm climbing down, so it won't be that hard right? RIGHT?!

The banging started up again, which reminded me of my other option. "Just remember, it's either this…or a dastardly hell on earth makeover…" I whispered to myself.

Stepping out onto the narrow window sill, I struggled to reach out for the tree, and when I got a good grip I jumped. My heart pounded when I landed and felt the branches wave in protest. Please don't break and cause me to fall down on my head…

It had been a very long time since I'd climbed any trees, since my parents moved us into the city. Buildings? Yes. My friends and I scaled walls and houses every week, sitting on rooftops and drinking soda (yes, SODA. I refuse to be judged!). Now trees? That was a different story. You see, unlike buildings, trees move. I prayed my old instincts were still there.

The first try, I nearly slipped. I gasped and gripped tighter to the trunk, wishing I had the confidence of my 7 year old self. I could feel my heart beating uncomfortably against my chest, and my fingers shook with the effort of keeping my body upright.

I tried again only to get the same result. Now what? I knew very well that, eventually, the door would be forced open. As delicate looking as the servant seemed, she was smart enough to get some help.

I heard the crunching of the dry grass as hurried footsteps came around a corner and stopped abruptly. Silence followed as I heard only the heavy breathing of a young male.

My neck strained to see who it was, but regrettably I had my back to him and I was not in the mood to move and cause the tree to move. "Are you just going to stand and stare at me all day or help me?" I grumbled to the tree branch protruding upwards.

The second he spoke, I realized who he was. "C-Cosette?" He sounded dumbfounded. Why wasn't I surprised?

I couldn't resist a sarcastic comment as I rolled my eyes at the branch. "No, I'm a monkey-…Which should explain my situation with the tree…" I refused to let myself fall into the whole "Cosette" deal. I'm not a pet. I have a real name.

I heard him chuckle a bit and felt good that he wasn't that uneasy with me as before. Then I remembered my situation. "Oh…and another thing…" I felt embarrassed to ask him, fearful that he would change back to his babbling self again. "Could you make sure I don't get a concussion while I try to climb down this tower of doom?"

"Y-yes." He corrected himself. "I mean, of course I will." But he sounded even more unsure this time which almost saddened me. I wanted him to be my friend, not a scared victim.

"Okay, I'm gonna climb down. And if I fall, you'll catch me…Right?" I felt like I was trying to reassure myself rather than him.

I could imagine him giving me a nod as he replied. "Yes." Why do I not feel reassured?

"Um…Okay." I paused a bit more, trying to find a good place for my foot to stay sturdy without falling. "Here I go!" I put my feet in a nook of the trunk and tried to climb down the ridiculously tall tree. I didn't realize I slipped as it happened so suddenly, and heard a gasp below me. My heart jumped.

I couldn't catch the branch. I fell.

Onto Gervaise.

I rolled off him as casually as I could manage, realizing I was probably cutting off his airway or something. "…That wasn't so bad."

I glanced at him to find him blushing scarlet again. Uh oh. I ruined it.

"What?" I feigned ignorance as I attempted to make him laugh again. "Was I too heavy or something? Sorry, it must have something to do with the many junky meals I had when I was little…Those pounds never go away…" I laughed to myself.

I heard him sit up and I glanced at him, hoping I hadn't made myself look like an idiot, hoping he would laugh. "N-no, t-there would never be anything wrong! It's-…You're beautiful!" He shut his mouth, realizing what he just said…accompanied with, of course, blushing.

For a minute we just stared, paralyzed from the shock. His vivid green eyes against my dull brown ones.

I found myself trying to pull words from my mouth in an effort to speak, to communicate. But then, what was I supposed to say? "…Thank…you…?" Only silence followed as I chuckled nervously.

My first thought had to be: Ugh, I better not be turning into a Mary Sue. If that's the case I'm gonna pick a fight with a certain assassin and have him knife me. I shivered at the thought being some boy's object.

"It's great, you know." What am I saying? I tried to find some ideas, some words to string together to form a proper conversation. He said nothing. "Having friends, they can talk and-…and hang out without having awkward silences…and quiet…"

Yeah, so basically I was giving him the "Let's be friends" speech. 'It's not you, it's me, we're just not compatible enough for each other…But we can still be friends right?'

I forced my body to turn towards him. "What's your favorite color?" I made my face absolutely stoic, my posture erect and serious. I watched confusion etch the features of his round face.

"Pardon?" He blinked.

"Favorite color. What is it?" I spoke monotone with no emotion. I felt like I was speaking to a mentally ill person again. But I forced myself to be patient.

"Green." He said uneasily as though he were saying something forbidden. If he wasn't so innocent, I would have spontaneously roared at him just to see him run off screaming. But I have self control. Unfortunately.

I gave him what I hoped was a friendly smile. "Awesome. Mine is blue!...Or was it black…or white…no…red?" I pondered. "No, no, it's blue. Today."

To my utmost satisfaction, he smiled and laughed a bit, a breathy song that sounded almost melodic in the evening air. I figured he didn't laugh as much as he should have. Ah, the disadvantages of living with the devious Rosette.

"You should laugh more." I found myself whispering. He heard me and smiled like a child receiving candy…and then faded as though the candy was eaten in front of his face.

"Cosette." He asked in a questioning voice as we continued walking through the very private garden of the house. He seemed too troubled to realize where we were.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Why-…Do-…" He hesitated a bit then took in a big breath. "Cosette, I am… fond of you." His face turned bright red as I saw his hands clutch his shirt nervously in anticipation.

I felt the color drain from my face. What was I going to say? I didn't want to hurt him…But… "I like you too Gervaise." Before he had time to react I continued. "Just as I like Yvette and all my friends. I like everyone with the same intensity as I HATE Rosette. And that's a lot!"

I could see him sadden, it nearly made me fill with regret and slap myself. I felt like I was murdering him or something. I attentively placed my hands on his shoulders in a way I hoped was comforting and spoke softly. "I'm sorry I can't return your affections…it's just that…I can't."

"But I like us being friends…don't you?" I waited for his answer and saw him look at me with a smile. My heart lifted in hope.

"I like for us to be friends too, Cosette." I decided to forgive him for using the stupid pet name all the time. I felt certain that from then on, any more disasters that may come along the way would only be minimal. What was the worst that could happen?

After talking some more and laughing at my very bad but apparently good but still very cheesy jokes, Gervaise needed to go off and do his chores for the evening. We both said our farewells, departing with a fragile friendship and a pair of hopeful smiles.

I found her working in the kitchen, bustling about with cutlery and polished silver. She was so uneasy, I watched her take out some bowls, stack them, put them in the pantry, then take them out seconds later to un-stack them…then stack them again.

"So, how did it go?" I asked, hoping my calm demeanor would help her relax.

She jumped. Apparently she was really distracted with something because I was only standing about a foot away. "He has prepared everything. And I told him of you." I assumed "he" was Baret.

I felt my heart quicken with anxiety as I hushed her. "Keep it down." I whispered. "Do you want her to hear?!" I rushed over to the window and looked outside, waiting for Rosette to jump in, teeth bared and talons out.

After some unnecessary searching, I gave her the thumbs up sign. I could see her trying not to laugh at my antics. "We need to find somewhere to talk…" I glanced over to the closet door where the grain, flour and dry food were kept.

I grinned while Yvette frowned. "But Cosette, it's stuffy in there."

"Oh, suck it up and be a…just be tough about it. Secrecy isn't a luxury."

I had to usher her through the creaky door and into the dust. You could actually see the particles floating in the sunlight streaming from the cracks. I coughed when we entered and closed the door. "So?"I asked expectantly.

She looked as nervous as she had been before, the smile wiped completely off her face. "He said that he'll prepare for our departure and that we leave tonight."

The closet suddenly felt even more cramped. "Tonight." I gasped out the word. Why was it so soon? Only hours from now…

"Yes…Are you frightened?" She asked, taking my hand in her calloused ones. Her gentle brown eyes scanned mine in gentle reassurance.

"Are you kidding?! I'm more excited than the first time I went to Wild Waves!" She gave me a confused expression, but laughed along. I tried not to sound as anxious as I felt. If I looked worried, Yvette would be worried, and the whole trip would go downhill from there.

Then I thought of preparations we needed to do for this trip. I felt like we were going camping. "Do we need to bring anything?"

She frowned, perplexed at my question. "What is there to bring?"

"Ah. Yes. Good point." Being servants, we didn't have anything to bring on the trip. No valuables…No worldly possessions. Guess that means there's less weight to carry.

Silence filled the dusty room. "Can we get out of here now?" I gasped.

"Eh? Is this bothering you? Oh, forgive me, let us leave." I despised her feigned ignorance, and faked a kick, hoping to force her out of the closet.

She laughed as she dodged and fled from the cramped up room, careful to not step on any of the bags of flour and grain. I followed her as I gasped in the first breath of fresh air in what seemed like forever.

I heard her chortle and smirked. "Not everyone can be graceful like me, I know."

"Graceful?" She teased, full of beauty and grace which I obviously lacked. Why was everyone so beautiful in this time period? Even the ugly people look straight out of a movie.

But then I remembered the beggar's gaunt and bloodied face. Dead in the dust where the guards left him for some horrified bystander to pass by and find. I remembered the wretched souls I shared a cell with, crying as I bandaged them. I shivered.

I covered these thoughts with a joke, hoping Yvette didn't notice my change in mood."Yes, didn't you see how elegantly I was falling just a second ago?"

She laughed again, hands clutching at her stomach as though it were too much to bear. Her laugh was beautiful and it made me happy to be the cause of it. She seemed to shine with the brilliance of the sun when she smiled.

"What's your real name, Yvette?" I asked, curiosity edging my words.

She smiled patiently. "Khairiya 'bint Baha. My father…" She hesitated for a brief second but then grinned. "He is a well known blacksmith where I lived. Many would travel just to have my father make weapons for them." She seemed sad to be talking about him, I knew it was better to not question any further.

"Khairiya..." I tried out her name, grinning. "Better than Yvette. Nice to meet you, Khairiya!"

"Is that so?" She grinned. Then, "Is Arabic not your native tongue? You seem fluent but…"

"But…"

Khairiya continued. "Well, normally it is considered improper to refer to an elder by their given name. You ought to call me 'bint Baha, my nasab(1)."

Oh boy. I smiled at her sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm not much good with foreign names."

Then she laughed and hit my shoulder lightly. It was nice seeing her playful like this. "You needn't be sorry! Normally such a thing would be required, but you have been far too nice. I will let you call me Khairiya." She nudged me. "As long as you let me call you Kay-lin." There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, as if this were some way of teasing me. I didn't really understand it, but I laughed and nodded anyway.

I noted how much younger she seemed when she laughed, and it encouraged me to continue to ask questions.

We were running away to Masyaf together, so I needed to know as much as I could about Yve-Khairiya. My friend…I thought of Amir and felt a horrible, sickening feeling. I hoped he was doing alright.

But then I thought briefly of Gervaise. He was my friend now. I was making so many friends in this place, and so quickly. I didn't realize a smile had formed on my face while thinking of this.

Khairiya was there, and I wondered aloud to her. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Ah, such curiosity would bring you only trouble, Cosette." She looked amused as she shook her finger at me like a mother would to a naughty child.

"Yeah, yeah. And I probably won't live to tell the tale." I rolled my eyes and put on a serious face. "Now tell me."

She pondered dramatically, knowing she was causing me to wait on her. "I am twenty years and six, still young, many people would declare." So much for "middle aged". I was always terrible at guessing people's age, and Iwas lucky I didn't say anything before.

But I stared at her, and my mouth moved before I could stop it. "B-but you look so much older!" GOD did I really just say that?! I'm such an ass!

She only smiled sadly, instead of lecturing or bursting into a fit of rage like I anticipated. "Is that so? Hmm, these past years have not been good to me. Grief puts many years on one's face."

I patted her on the back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"…No. Forgive me, I had not meant to…" Why are you sorry? Stop apologizing!

I sighed deeply, tired from the cliché ordeal. "We need to do something fun…"An idea came to mind. "You know what?! I know what to do to cheer you up!" I said in a singsong voice.

"Hmm?" She looked at me, curiously as I only smiled reassuringly, taking her and ushering her out of the "kitchen". She looked a bit worried as though wondering what I could possibly be thinking this time but I ignored that as she was pushed out the door.

"First, we need to get you out of this stuffy, gloomy disease ridden hell hole."

I snuck into the dining room ever so quietly and snatched two chairs, careful not to release the evil snicker begging to be liberated. Khairiya looked at me with anxious eyes. "What are you doing?!" She whispered as loud as she dared.

I looked at the two chairs I was carrying and then paused. " You're right," I proclaimed. "We only need one!" I tossed the other chair carelessly back into the dining room and heard a loud crash, probably something expensive.

Khairiya gasped. "What are you DOING?!"

I placed the chair against the side of the wall, under a window. I turned to Khairiya and noticed her horrified expression. Apparently she was still shocked about me tossing the other chair in the dining room. "Stay here." I made a stop sign with my hand to clarify.

She only nodded in response. She had no idea what I was doing as I raced back into the house and snuck around, dodging the footsteps of the servants. Most were tending to the mess that was made in the dining room. Apparently, the chair did more damage than I gave it credit for.

Tip toeing into the next room, I raided it of anything that was solid and rectangular shaped, mostly books. I passed through another room, and took the pillowcases to use them as bags.

I came to what seemed to be Rosette's room. She wasn't there, But GOD, I've never seen so much pink in my life. I rushed past and went to the next room, grabbed a book…paused, then grabbed a chair, went back, threw it in and closed the door. I heard more crashing of expensive objects…then moved on.

It didn't take long to hear the gasps and horror stricken voices of the other servants immediately rushing over to Rosette's room. I had climbed out the window and was now balancing on the ledge that ran between them. I had experience climbing buildings, so it wasn't too challenging. I laughed as I peeked in and saw the servants' baffled faces.

Then I came to the room where Khairiya waited. "Hey there." I waved as she jumped, obviously not expecting me to appear from the window.

Hand on her heart, she asked for the third time, "What are you DOING?!"

My only response was. "Having fun yet?" Her response was a glare. Meaning: No, I am not!

I sighed as I cautioned her to look out as I tossed down the pillow cases full of books. She shrieked, managing to catch all of them in a fit of gasps and exclamations. Khairiya rifled through the pages of the books I stole, shaking her head furiously. She picked one up curiously and noticed it was the Bible. She hissed, "Cosette, you cannot steal from your master! It's an unforgivable deed!"

"I'm going to return them…" I muttered pathetically, knowing that was not going to make up for the trouble I caused. Already I could hear the other servants fussing over Rosette's damaged room.

"Come back down here this instant, before you're caught!" She pondered a bit on the situation and added. "Before we're caught!" I grinned and grabbed one of the bags, instructing her to guard the others while I made my first trip.

It wasn't difficult to sneak back onto the ledge and past the rooms I'd destroyed. The servants were too busy fawning over broken valuables, wondering what horrid person would do such a thing. I giggled. I would. I climbed up and onto the roof, dropping off my first load before returning to Khairiya.

"I have no idea what you are planning, Cosette." She watched as I pulled out the last pillowcase. "But I am sure you are up to no good." I smirked at her comment as I climbed up the wall, setting down my prizes next to each other before going to help my friend.

I sat down. "Come up, Khairiya, I'll help you." Though I didn't think my help was necessary, as she was taller than me. She shook and gasped at the drop below us, grabbing onto my helping hand with sweaty palms

I watched her climb up and finally sit down. I told her with a smile, "Now, just relax and watch for the sunrise."

"Do you not fear you will fall?" She asked, as she looked out towards the sky. I could see a few people stared at us, mumbling amongst themselves, wondering what we were doing from across the street. I thought they were born with eyes to see that we're obviously climbing a roof…Apparently not.

At least it's a wide street.

"Don't say that! Just think of the view." I said. I was fine with heights as long as I didn't think about it or look too long at the ground.

She sighed. "Yes…It feels…looks beautiful." We looked out, it was getting close to a sunset and the sky looked like it was on fire, with oranges blending with the yellows. A small gust of wind blew past us; it felt perfect in this warm humid air.

While she enjoyed the view I went back down to get the books and set them on the roof. Khairiya had a questioning look upon her face as she watched me climb up and set down the last bag. "What are the books for, Cosette?"

"What else are books for Khairiya?" I asked sarcastically, but then I smiled. "They were my back up plan in case the chair didn't work." She answered with an "oh". And we just sat there silently for a while.

A shrill voice cried out, ruining the moment. "Just what do you think you are doing?!"

"Oh god, be careful Khairiya, it's the devil. Oh wait, it's Rosette…Even worse!" I whispered urgently, though loud enough for Rosette to hear quite clearly.

When she heard me and I could almost feel her glare on my skin, wanting to kill me where I sat. "I asked you a question, Cosette!"

"Yes, I heard you. I just thought it was a trick question since we're obviously sitting on the roof of your kitchen!" I retorted, feeling my anger bubble up more strongly than anticipated.

"Perhaps I should call the guards to clean up the scum upon our roof…" She shouted. Oh no, she did not just say what I think she said.

"I hope you're not referring to us." I glared as I felt myself reach towards the bags of books behind us. Khairiya saw the movement and stopped me. For the 4th time, she asked me in distress. "What are you DOING?!"

Rosette smiled at Khairiya's suffering, her innocence standing out even more. "Oh, I was speaking not of you, pet. But of the trash you just happen to be sitting ne-…" She would never be as beautiful as Khairiya. Never.

"SHUT UP!" If my fury could be shown visually, it'd be like flames, no, an explosion from an atomic bomb from the words she had spoken of Khairiya. Felt like jumping onto her and pulling at her gorgeous and sleek hair, clawing at her doll-like face.

Instead, I reached for the books and brought one out of the bag with a mischievous grin full of madness. For a moment Rosette just stood there with a confused look on her face, obviously not comprehending. But seconds passed and she finally knew what I was going to do.

"You wouldn't dare." She gasped, her eyes wide with dread as she backed up a little.

"Watch me." I declared as I launched the book towards her face. Unfortunately, she dodged it. But I had a lot of books with me, so as I launched another, and then another, I managed to hit her a few times. She ran screaming. I think I made her cry too…Sweet.

Khairiya sat stunned beside me. "What now?" She asked as though to herself as she stood up slowly beside me. I looked towards her, carrying the remaining books. "To MASYAF!" I said in a victorious battle cry.

She helped me gather the books on the ground and put them in the pillowcases, and then we were off.

Khairiya and I were laughing as we went, remembering the look upon Rosette's face. "That was most brilliant, Cosette!" It was priceless.

"Yes, I know. I'm just so cool that way." I flipped my hair with mock arrogance and we burst out laughing again. I had to be careful not to trip and land on my face as we were running. We didn't say much the rest of the way.

But by the time we reached the stables we hushed each other, knowing we had to be quiet and waited for Baret. The horses grunted at our arrival and we calmed them down, assuring them we weren't a threat. It was already getting dark and I shivered involuntarily. The only place I wanted to be in the dark was inside a house, but that wasn't an option today.

It wasn't long until we heard footsteps and I felt excited, but when we looked in the doorway, it wasn't Baret at all.

It was Gervaise. Doesn't God owe me a favor now, with all the junk he's put me through?! For once, why can't everything go as planned?!

"What are you intending on doing?" He asked, staring. I realized his intentions were good but with him being my friend, I did not want to hurt him, I did not want him to know we were leaving him. Possibly forever. My stomach twisted with regret, I didn't feel hungry anymore.

I thought of something quick. "We are planning on stealing the horses, running away, and murdering helpless innocents along the way for our entertainment. And when that isn't enough to satisfy us, we shall steal into some secluded library and rip out the last pages from them! MUHAHAHAHA!" I laughed in a mockingly evil way.

Khairiya and Gervaise gave me weird looks, but I was too used to them to be bothered by it so I shrugged. "Come on, that was a joke." I rolled my eyes.

"I am assuming you are…teasing me." Gervaise did not seem to be in the mood for laughing which killed my spirits of enjoyment immediately. He looked like he was insulted which hurt me deeply. We were supposed to be friends.

But before I could say anything, Khairiya spoke. "We would never ridicule you Gervaise, but please, where is your brother?" She assured him with her gentle voice and kind eyes. Gervaise seemed to take that in as he nodded grimly.

After much silence, he asked. "Why are you here?" His lovely green eyes stared at me, it seemed as though he were asked me the question. I felt disturbed, and at a loss of words. I can't lie, he's my friend. Friends don't lie to each other.

"I do not-…" I started to say but was interrupted by Baret coming in, out of breath. Apparently, he ran to get here, so something must have kept him back. I nearly asked what it was, but quickly decided against it. This was not the time.

"Oh look! Baret! We found you!" I said cheerfully. My voice sounded very loud in the silence between us.

He ignored my comment and tossed us some ragged looking cloaks, dark and clearly worn out. "Hurry, put them on and follow me."

It was then he noticed his brother standing there, confused at what was happening. "Gervaise…" We watched as his mind attempted to figure a way to get his brother out of this situation.

"B-brother? What are you doing?" The poor guy had no idea what was happening. I nearly went over to him, to embrace him. He looked so sad and lost.

Baret grabbed us just as we put the heavy cloaks on and dragged us outside. "I haven't time for this brother." His face was impassable, and I knew he would say nothing.

"But…"

"Gervaise!" I shouted hastily. I was terrified I would accidentally blurt out something important, some indication of what we were doing.

He turned towards me, eyes hopeful. I felt a pang of guilt shoot through me. We needed to get rid of him for his own safety. I kept telling this to myself over and over again, trying not to let my emotions get the best of me.

"Quick, we need you to distract Rosette and her aunt!" I said, being sure to express urgency in my voice. "Hurry! Lives are at stake!" Our lives!

He nodded and ran off towards the house without another word. I felt relieved, but even guiltier that he would put so much trust in me.

"Good thinking." Khairiya commented, patting me softly as Baret led us to a cart.

"Thank you. It's what I do." I attempted to smile, but managed only a little curl of my lip. I frowned sadly. "I'm going to miss him." I spoke as though my heart was being ripped in half from the guilt. All I could imagine was Gervaise finding out the truth, his betrayal. My memories flitted back to Ama, his pain…his maimed legs. I shuddered.

"You are to stay still the moment you feel the cart moving, do you understand?" He looked to us, staid and completely unaffected by the situation. I set the bags of books onto the cart, and they landed with a large thump and we lay down. When we nodded he took a large cloak, preparing to cover us with it. "Lay down. And remain silent."

We did so, on our sides as we felt the cloak being set down on us. Our breaths quickened and I could feel the warmth from Khairiya's breathing, as I'm sure she could feel mine.

Then, we heard him get the horses and work with the mechanisms of the cart. Before we knew it, we began moving and my heart leapt.

We heard him mutter under his breath, "A friend of mine is a guard of the gates. He will let us through quietly."

It was comforting to know that everything was under control and that, with each step the horses took, we were moving farther and farther away from Rosette. I grinned at the thought and would have cheered if I didn't need to be silent.

A/N: Yeah, so basically a filler chapter, though I really liked Rosette getting what she deserved. Next one is a lot more fun!

1) A "nasab" is the family name of someone based upon the name of their father, and doesn't have an English equivalent, hence why it wasn't translated for Kaylyn.