By morning her mind was made up. She knew the storm would be here in
three days' time, and she had a hunch that she wouldn't be able to convince
Rosethorn by then. Sighing, she got up and stretched,knowing she'd need
her strength to do something she'd only done a couple times and never tried
to do afterwards. Lie to Sandry.
In her way of thinking, she had no other choice. She knew that, no matter how much they disagreed, Sandry would take Rosethorn's side in this if she knew what Tris was planning to do. She knew she'd try to stop her, and that just wouldn't do. After making her bed she went over in her mind what she was going to say, thinking of an answer to any question Sandry might ask. When she walked down to breakfast that morning, she felt like she was ready for anything.
But apparently, she was not. "Okay," Sandry answered mildly to Tris' well- planned speech on where she was going and why, not even meeting her eyes in the bustle of mid-morning chores. This caught her by surprise, but she knew well enough to hide it. "Okay...well then... Goodbye," she responded feebly as she backed out of the door. When she was halfway out, she turned around added, "You don't have to tell Lark...or Rosethorn...I'll only be gone a while." Sandry murmured an answer, and Tris flew out the door, thankful to be out of there, even with her odd behavior.
Now that she was alone, she had time to think about what her behavior might mean. 'Has she found out?' she wondered anxiously for a second, then she brushed the thought away. Tris was confident that there was no way Sandry could have ever found out what she was planning. Otherwise she'd have stopped her. Wouldn't she? This was puzzling Tris so much that she didn't watch where she was going, and pretty soon she bumped into one of the gaurds.
"What're you doing here?" he demanded gruffly. Tris, faintly annoyed at having been so rudely knocked out of her thought, made a face and retorted, "I certainly didn't mean to come here. Excuse me." She walked huffily away, her face troubled."Hey wait a minute, you're Goldeye's student, aren't you?" was a shout that came from behind her. Still upset at him, Tris whirled around to face the gaurd. "So what if I am?" she snapped, feeling moody. He made a face as if to say something in reply, but seemed to think better of it.Instead he leaned against the wall smugly and guestured up the stairs.
"Because he's waiting for you."
In her way of thinking, she had no other choice. She knew that, no matter how much they disagreed, Sandry would take Rosethorn's side in this if she knew what Tris was planning to do. She knew she'd try to stop her, and that just wouldn't do. After making her bed she went over in her mind what she was going to say, thinking of an answer to any question Sandry might ask. When she walked down to breakfast that morning, she felt like she was ready for anything.
But apparently, she was not. "Okay," Sandry answered mildly to Tris' well- planned speech on where she was going and why, not even meeting her eyes in the bustle of mid-morning chores. This caught her by surprise, but she knew well enough to hide it. "Okay...well then... Goodbye," she responded feebly as she backed out of the door. When she was halfway out, she turned around added, "You don't have to tell Lark...or Rosethorn...I'll only be gone a while." Sandry murmured an answer, and Tris flew out the door, thankful to be out of there, even with her odd behavior.
Now that she was alone, she had time to think about what her behavior might mean. 'Has she found out?' she wondered anxiously for a second, then she brushed the thought away. Tris was confident that there was no way Sandry could have ever found out what she was planning. Otherwise she'd have stopped her. Wouldn't she? This was puzzling Tris so much that she didn't watch where she was going, and pretty soon she bumped into one of the gaurds.
"What're you doing here?" he demanded gruffly. Tris, faintly annoyed at having been so rudely knocked out of her thought, made a face and retorted, "I certainly didn't mean to come here. Excuse me." She walked huffily away, her face troubled."Hey wait a minute, you're Goldeye's student, aren't you?" was a shout that came from behind her. Still upset at him, Tris whirled around to face the gaurd. "So what if I am?" she snapped, feeling moody. He made a face as if to say something in reply, but seemed to think better of it.Instead he leaned against the wall smugly and guestured up the stairs.
"Because he's waiting for you."