“I would be the last one called. I looked around as my last yearmate left with his Dogs. I wiped my sweating hands on my breeches. Then I nearly swallowed my own tongue, because Ahuda called, "Tunstall and Goodwin." "No!" Goodwin looked at me, her brown eyes sharp. "No. No. We don't get Puppies. We don't like Puppies. No offense, whoever you are. We have never had a Puppy." "You're past due, then." Ahuda had no sympathy in her eyes. "Your luck just ran out.”