It was the second night of term, and the five-year-old girls were huddled together in their dorm, talking about home to stave off homesickness. It was the turn of a little dark-haired girl to talk about her family.
"I'm from the Old Kingdom," she said, proudly.
Another girl laughed. "The Old Kingdom is a myth. My daddy told me so."
The dark-haired girl scowled and stalked off to her bed. Much later that night, however, the other little girl woke to find that her blanket had disappeared, and the charter-lights above the dark-haired girl burned much brighter than any others.