After all, Yosil was the castellan of Kornac's Keep!

Yosil slowly opened his eyes and flashed a vague smile as Frank turned to him. "I've been watching, young man-you only sniffed the cauldron and wrote down your answer. Why didn't you taste the soup? You might stand a better chance of getting it right that way, no?" Frank stopped in his tracks, but his stance clearly did not change as he retorted, "Why should I taste it when it's poisoned?"

If anything, he appeared even surer now.

"Insolence!"

Mole was snapping at Frank right then, "Watch your tongue, boy! You're speaking with the castellan of Kornac's Keep!"

Frank shot him a look of disdain in turn. "And, what? Are you saying that being older makes everything right?"

Mole was left flushing. "You wretch?!"

"Manners, Mole Cricks."

are right, young man. While I am a mentor and have lived for two

he flashed a kindly smile and said, "I hereby announced that I have reevaluated this young man's answer-and his score is

other

Is that geezer

Frank's score was

way I see it, het should be given zero

you score him higher than

only one who got it right?" The elders of Kornac's Keep and Mole were scowling

"Hahaha...."

despite being questioned. "All of you

to be

he pointed at the cauldron. "After all,

it before the soup boiled, so most of

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