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bloodshed," said Achilles. "But I'm afraid you're right.”
      Some of the younger children were crying. One of them explained, "Poke fed me when I was going to die.”
      "Shut up," said Sergeant. "We're eating better now than we ever did when Poke was boss.”
      Achilles put a hand on Sergeant's arm, to still him. "Poke did the best a crew boss could do. And she's the one who got me into the family. So in a way, anything I get for you, she got for you.”
      Everyone nodded solemnly at that.
      A kid asked, "You think Ulysses got Bean, too?”
      "Big loss if he did," said Sergeant.
      "Any loss to my family is a big loss," said Achilles. "But there'll be no more. Ulysses will either leave the city, now, or he's dead. Put the word out, Sergeant. Let it be known on the street that the challenge stands. Ulysses doesn't eat in any kitchen in town, until he faces me. That's what he decided for himself, when he chose to put a knife in Poke's eye.”
      Sergeant saluted him and took off at a run. The picture of businesslike obedience.
      Except that as he ran, he, too, was crying. For he had not told anyone how Poke died, how her eye was a bloody wound. Maybe Achilles knew some other way, maybe he had already heard but didn't mention it till Sergeant came back with the news. Maybe maybe. Sergeant knew the truth. Ulysses didn't raise his hand against anybody. Achilles did it. Just as Bean warned in the beginning. Achilles would never forgive Poke for beating him. He killed her now because Ulysses would get blamed for it. And then sat there talking about how good she was and how they should all be grateful to her and everything Achilles got for them, it was really Poke who got it.
      So Bean was right all along. About everything. Achilles might be a good papa to the family, but he was also a killer, and he never forgives.
      Poke knew that, though. Bean warned her, and she knew it, but she chose Achilles for their papa anyway. Chose him and then died for it. She was like Jesus that Helga preached about in her kitchen while they ate. She died for her people. And Achilles, he was like God. He made people pay for their sins no matter what they did.
      The important thing is, stay on the good side of God. That's what Helga teaches, isn't it? Stay right with God.
      I'll stay right with Achilles. I'll honor my papa, that's for sure, so I can stay alive until I'm old enough to go out on my own.
      As for Bean, well, he was smart, but not smart enough to stay alive, and if you're not smart enough to stay alive, then you're better off dead.
      By the time Sergeant got to his first corner to spread the word about Achilles's ban on Ulysses from any kitchen in town, he was through crying. Grief was done. This was about survival now. Even though Sergeant knew Ulysses hadn't killed anybody, he meant to, and it was still important for the family's safety that he die. Poke's death provided a good excuse to demand that the rest of the papas stand back and let Achilles deal with him. When it was all over, Achilles would be the leader among all the papas of Rotterdam. And Sergeant would stand beside him, knowing the secret of his vengeance and telling no one, because that's how Sergeant, that's how the family, that's how all the urchins of Rotterdam would survive.

4
     
    Memories
     
     
      "I was mistaken about the first one. He tests well, but his character is not well suited to Battle School.”
      "I don't see that on the tests you've shown me.”
      "He's very sharp. He gives the right answers, but they aren't true.”
      "And what test did you use to determine this?”
      "He committed murder.”
      "Well, that is a drawback. And the other one? What am I supposed to do with so young a child? A fish this small I would generally throw back into the stream.”
      "Teach him. Feed him. He'll grow.”
      "He doesn't even have a name.”
      "Yes he does.”
      "Bean? That isn't a name, it's a joke.”
      "It won't be when

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