[As when clouds blot the sky, his countenance briefly turns grim when the boy speaks of war. Yet what ensnares his attention more than the troubles of this country is the blithe manner of this child. Perhaps he is too young to remember the wars of days gone by, or perhaps he childishly equates war with tales of courage and glory.
Then his look is mild once more.]
Thank you for the warning. I shall be careful when I set out again.
[He nods toward the school that stands beyond them.]
When do your lessons begin? Will the other children awaken soon?
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Then his look is mild once more.]
Thank you for the warning. I shall be careful when I set out again.
[He nods toward the school that stands beyond them.]
When do your lessons begin? Will the other children awaken soon?