One by one, the kids walked to the statue apprehensively.
Seeing the kid with the Orange Grade prehension, Daneel had somewhy assumed that everyone would at least have Violet Grade prehension. This was not the case.
Over half of them simply did not elicit any reaction from the stone. They tried everything they could, with one kid even trying to sleep on the statue hoping that more contact with his body might result in a prehension Grade.
All of them were mercilessly shown the door by the blue-robed man. To those who had at least Yellow Grade potential, he was genial and warm. Those who scored below didn't even garner a glance.
One kid whose wave had stopped just shy of Yellow even begged the man, holding his coat tails. He was levitated out of the gate immediately.
Daneel was struck by the harshness of the institution. These were just kids. Wouldn't such a treatment wound their psyches and affect their development?
As he was pondering on the matter, the kid walking toward the statue fell down suddenly as if he had hit an invisible wall.
From the distance, a procession of guards and servants could be seen. It seemed like they had automatically appeared at that location, as the others would have definitely noticed them if they had walked here.
The sound of drums heralded the approach of an orange-haired 12-year old who wore royal robes much more lavish than the ones Daneel had stolen in the Dwarve's Rum. A coat was draped on his shoulders over the golden-green robes with the majestic royal crest shining on it.
He walked as if he owned the land under him, signs of authority already apparent over his young, freckled face.
"My Lord, we could have brought the testing apparatus to your residence. There was no need to trouble yourself with ing.
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