Another Poem
Mistress Christine stood, then Professor Atticus and the rest. Each of them stepped forward around the great, round coffee table and shook Feng's little hand. Atticus knelt on the ground, a big smile creasing his face.
"Goodness, gracious me," the old man said. "I can see it in the boy's eyes. The passion, the hunger, the intelligence. A splendid Tron he'll make, Master Feng" —he looked up at Feng's father—" a splendid Tron, indeed. We'll begin the testing shortly."
Mistress Christine was next, also kneeling before Li. Even though her smile shone and her face was pretty, Feng felt that something was wrong with her.
"Yes," she said. Feng almost expected her to cackle like an evil old witch. "A smart child by the looks of it." She leaned forward to whisper in Feng's ear, so quiet that only he could hear her. "But whose side will you fight for? Everything is about to change, little boy."