"That'll be enough of that, Keevan. Finish your job. If the clutch does hatch today, we'll need full rock bins for the feast, and you won't be around to do the filling. All my fosterlings make Dragonriders."
"The first time?"Keevan was bold enough to ask as he scooted off with the rockbarrow.
Keevan all but dropped the loaded shovel. Several anxieties flicked through his mind then: he was black with rock dust-would he have time to wash before donning the white tunic of candidacy? And if the eggs were hatching, why hadn't the candidates been recalled by the second wing?
"The eggs are cracking?"
"Heard the news, babe?"Beterli asked. He was grinning from ear to ear, and he put an unnecessary emphasis on the final insulting word.
With a sinking heart, Keevan, incredulous, knew that he must've been dropped from the candidacy. He could only stare with intense desolation at the older boy.
"Naw! Guess again!" Beterli was much too pleased with himself.
"I've no time for guessing games," Keevan managed to say with indifference. He began to shovel black rock into the barrow as fast as he could.
"C'mon! Guess, babe!"
Keevan needed the shovel back to fetch the black rock. He didn’t want to disappoint Mende.Keevan thought of fighting Beterli for the shovel but doubted that he could be victorious.
"I said, guess." Beterli grabbed the shovel.
Keevan went back to get another shovel to finish his chore ,but Beterli stopped Keevan from going and teased him for being so weak.
Beterli then taunted Keevan by saying "You’ll always be the shortest and weakest and you’ll never grow to be big and strong." Beterli then stuck his tongue at Keevan.
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