and looked down to the group to call forward the next new Twelve.
He was calm now that his turn had come. He took a deep breath and smoothed his hair with his hand.
“Twenty,” he heard her voice say clearly. “Pierre.” She skipped me, Jonas thought, stunned.
Had he heard wrong? No. There was a sudden hush in the crowd,
and he knew that the entire community realized that the Chief Elder had moved from Eighteen to Twenty, leaving a gap.
On his right, Pierre, with a startled look, rose from his seat and moved to the stage.
A mistake. She made a mistake. But Jonas knew, even as he had the thought, that she hadn’t.
The Chief Elder made no mistakes. Not at the Ceremony of Twelve.
He felt dizzy, and couldn’t focus his attention. He didn’t hear what Assignment Pierre received,
and was only dimly aware of the applause as the boy returned, wearing his new badge.
Then: Twenty-one. Twenty-two. The numbers continued in order. Jonas sat, dazed, as they moved into the Thirties and then the Forties, nearing the end.
Each time, at each announcement, his heart jumped for a moment, and he thought wild thoughts.
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