"Oh? Are we not meant to be professors? No, I mean, beneath these pretentious titles of ministers, are we not just professors of a higher rank? And yet you insist it is not our job to correct the boy's ignorance? There seems a floor in that argument, oh dear minister. Would you point it out for me?" The youthful man said, his wit quick, as he lounged atop his seat of stone.
The old man opened his mouth to hasten a reply, but General Tevar cut them both off.
"Silence! Both of you! I will not have you march down the same beaten path with every meeting that we convene!" There was anger in the General's tone, but more than anything, what lay there was exasperation.
