84

Sure enough, the boy was there. Watching him move and work was captivating. He would go through the movements over and over again, stopping to catch his breath and drink some water, but then he'd go over it again. Each time, adding more, or changing something, or simply re-rehearsing it until he was satisfied with what he'd done. As Les watched him from her hiding place, she wondered what he was dancing for, and how he had learned, and why he was dancing in the cavern off of her room. She had never known anyone who could dance, most people didn't even mention it for fear of breaking that law. But watching him, she wondered why it was even against the law. What about this beautiful display of artistry could merit so much as to have a law forbidding it. Les smiled to herself and had a fleeting thought that she was a rebel. Then she thought the boy were the most beautiful rebel she'd ever seen. Feeling silly for that thought, Les looked one long last time and crept back down the stair and down the hall. Suddenly, the music stopped. Les picked up her pace, as the fear and energy surged through her body at the possibility of getting caught.