Angus wasn't sure why she had yelled. He could have done that himself. He had thought she was going to go get them, but that hadn't been her choice. He watched the boys come downstairs.
"Sit," he told them quietly. They stood, unmoving. "Sit,' he told them again. "The last I knew, I do not resemble Reginald Tyler, so you don't need to cower here. We all make questionable choices from time to time, and when you do, we will discuss it accordingly. Sit." He waited, and it got awkward enough that they finally complied and sat down."
"I can't stop you from daring each other," Angus continued. "However, putting each other at any sort of unnecessary safety risk is completely unacceptable. It just is not something we are going to tolerate. This could have ended very, very badly for you, Sam, and for me. We cannot let it go without some discussion. So, here it is. Neither of you will be doing any climbing at all--period--until we give you permission to do so. You'll both have to have the right equipment and some lessons in safe climbing before you ever climb again. Is that understood?" The boys looked at him, and neither replied. He sighed, now starting to get angry.
"I am not talking to hear my head rattle. When I ask you a question, I expect you both to answer me. You heard what I said. No climbing until we say otherwise. Do you both understand that, yes or no? Answer me."
"Yes," Sam replied sheepishly. Victor just nodded.
"We think, since you cannot be responsible with your free time, you will have less free time for awhile. We will be assigning you other tasks and duties to actually be of benefit while you're here. It could be anywhere on the grounds, with anyone that needs your help, at any time. You will get free time only when you're with us and when we feel like giving it to you, after all your tasks are complete. Any questions?"
"No," Sam replied, looking at the floor. Victor didn't reply.
"You have til the count of three to answer me, Victor," Angus said, losing patience with him.
"Fine. I get it," Victor said sarcastically and angrily.
"And you're sure that's the tone you want to use with me, then, is it?"
"It's better than what I could have said," Victor spat out angrily at Angus.
"Go get the broom and sweep off our back deck, our balcony upstairs, our front porch, and Edward's back deck and front porch," Angus said to Victor firmly. "And it better be done right or you'll do it again. Get going right now." Victor got up and went to get the broom, knowing he would have to jockey the one crutch he was using and the broom. "Sam, have you finished your reading for Robert?"
"Almost," Sam said quietly.
"Go get it done--now," Angus told him. Sam got up and fairly ran back upstairs.