The Journeys of Socrates
Chapter One
Sergei was worried, that October day, when he was summoned
to his uncle's office. Being summoned -- a rare event for any
young cadet -- usually meant bad news or punishment. So, in no hurry
to stand before the chief instructor's stern face and downturned brows,
Sergei wandered across the school compound at a distinctly unmilitary
pace.
He was supposed to think of Vladimir Ivanov not as his uncle but as
Chief Instructor. He also was not supposed to ask personal questions,
though he had many -- about his parents and about his past. The chief
instructor had said little about either one, except on that day four years
ago when he'd announced that Sergei's father had died.
Each spot Sergei passed in the inner courtyard held memories of
earlier years: the first time he'd ridden a horse, bouncing wildly, clinging
to the reins in a death grip ... one of many fistfights he'd gotten
into due to a quick temper, then lost due to his frail disposition.
He passed the infirmary and the small apartment of Galina, the elderly
school nurse, who had watched over him when he'd first arrived.
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