"Yes," said Adrasteia flatly. "I see you've caught on."
"Yes, I have," the other girl answered. "In that case, I shall take the name Amalthea, the goat-herding nymph who aided Adrasteia in her care of Zeus."
Now it was Adrasteia's turn to be dumbfounded, her keen mind confused for once. The feeling passed quickly, and the girls' conversation turned once again to happy banter.
In the ceiling above, a young boy had his ear pressed against the panels, his heightened senses capturing every word of Adrasteia's and Amalthea's conversation.
I must report back, he thought. They seem to know much, but it is up to the Master to deem if that knowledge should be fatal.
He slithered off on his belly, making sure not to make too much noise above the heads of his unsuspecting charges.
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