The Blinding Knife - Pg 95

   Kip scribbled something on his paper, stood up, and walked to the magister's desk.

   The magister looked at him tolerantly, like he was a student who hadn't understood the question and was about to ask for clarification. Kip held up the paper. 

   He'd drawn a quick sleeve of blue luxin to go around the original counterweight to hold the broken halves together.

   "You're Guile's by-blow, aren't you?"

   "Yes, Magister."

   "I can tell. Those boys cheated magnificently, too."

   Kip swallowed. The rest of the class stopped working on hearing "cheated." "You taught them, sir?"

   Magister Atagmo's mouth twisted. He ignored the question. "You'll have to learn to use the abacus eventually, you know."

   "Yes, sir."

   The old man snorted. "Goodbye, little Guile."

   "So I pass?"

   "Highest marks of the day. And don't ever do it again."