"It's
one of the rules that the men you call the Masters cling to. Anyone that is
a member of the faculty at the Institution must be attired like a 'gentleman'
when on the grounds."
"I've never seen you before, so you must
not be on the grounds very often." Erick commented.
"You are correct in the assumption that
I'm not at the Institution very often. But don't you think it presumptuous that
since you haven't seen me I must not be around?" Samuel inquired.
"No, because I've spent every day for the
last six years here on the grounds and am familiar with all the Masters and
their support personnel."
"For one so young, you're very sure of yourself."
Samuel observed.
"Not really." Erick said with a shrug.
"I disagree. You appear cocky and arrogant."
"Who says?" Erick asked defensively.
"Evaluations by your Masters and even some
of your classmates."
"I don't know why they think that."
"Then that's what we will find out."
"We? What are you going to do? Who are you
anyway?" Erick pried.
"As I told you before, my name is Samuel."
"That may be your name, but what do you
do?"
"I am an instructor and for the time being
your guide." Samuel said. He then stood up and continued, "If you'll excuse
me, I am now going to change out of these clothes now that we are off the grounds."
Samuel then walked out the door at the back of the compartment. Erick wondered
if that door held any secrets of the Masters or Samuel.
