Ruomahl was not so sure as his brother Zairos as to his skills. They had been trained in the art of education, if there was any art in it. Ruomahl had been the best at it, but it was probable that their father thought them, in all his inequities, thought to judge them inadequate. He knew how to write the human language of English, since it was so common as a secondary language. He knew math, and he knew sciences. He hoped that the math stayed the same, but the science probably went to all heaven. History was right out.

"I'm the smartest of my brothers here," Ruomahl said. "I can do anything they can do."