It was back to the sewers again. Not exactly the sweetest prospect after eating scorched porridge, but such was his schedule. The students were outdoors making a paltry effort to get physical activity although Madam Adelaide barely had them lifting a ball let alone catching it. He passed by Festrel and caught his whispering to the others. “And you know…,” he said in a hushed tone. He was discretely showing them something in his outstretched palm. “There is a band of rebels starting to rise up against my father. If you join us I will ensure that each one is given one of these.” Overjoyed looks passed through the throng of hopefuls that surrounded him, except for Sam and Ellen who were busy cleaning off the boots of the nobles. And they had a hard time with it. Sam’s rag was so dirty he kept making Festrel’s boots even muddier. Festrel yanked his foot back as he pocketed whatever was in his hand. “Can’t you do anything right!” he scolded. “What sort of vermin are they letting into this place?”
