I had a suspicion that it had been planned for tonight's celebration. The warriors, having been relieved of their weapons, seemed to be excitedly chow...ng down on all the fresh fruits and vegetables, avoiding the meats, and ignoring the watchful eyes of the Omugi. Judging by the emotions that accompanied their conversations in the strange language, they seemed impressed by both the quality of the food and the abundance of it.Dawn was standing at the other end of the table, next to where Tabita. You know that isn't acceptable for someone from the board to have a k** with bad grades, let alone for a mother like me to bear that.Going to school, I met the principal and he informed me about my son's grades, where I knew his worst record was at, as usual, math, a class given by Ms. Janet Carr, a 30-something woman known for her harshness when treating with parents trying to convince her to make their k**s better on classes, but also heard some rumors about her that left me somehow apalled,. The manacles pulledagainst my legs and I slipped. I felt my knee hit the wet ground and I yelped.Someone yelled in my ear and pulled me to my feet roughly. He slapped me in theface and I screamed again. Inside it was cold and damp. I wished I was still outside.The sound of rattling chains and stomping boots resonated weirdly. I heard adoor creaked open. They stopped moving, and stood me up. Someone pulled on myhands for a few seconds. I pulled back, and with a click I was able to pull myhands. Holla, Lads, unload the coal!"The apprentices unloaded the wagon with far more willingness than was their custom Pelle found. Perhaps that was owed to Ingeburg's presence he thought with a grin.When the unloading was finished, Pelle drove the wagon to the stable where he usually left his cart, and Pelle and Ingeburg began to stroll the market and the narrow alleys where the traders had their shops.The visited the boot maker and Pelle placed an order for a pair of sturdy boots for Ingeburg..