3658. A few moments later the upperclassman who was about to
thrash Alexis and teach him a lesson in class distinctions found himself on his
back on the ground looking up at the blue sky. He saw clouds and they seemed
unusually white and soft, and he also heard the song of birds although there
were no birds.
3659. Partially blocking his view of the sky was the face of a
very concerned Alexis, whom, having knocked out his adversary stood over him
offering him assistance in getting up. But before the boy could even get up
Alexis was carted off and placed in a room used for detention at the school.
3660. It was a locked
cell, used for those cadets addicted to gambling and staying out all hours
spending their rich parent’s money using letters of credit scribbled by hand
onto napkins in the dark dens rich boys like to frequent. These notes of credit
where a matter of honor among aristocratic families, and many a son used up his
father’s estate before graduation with the practice.
3661. The detention
cell was the last resort of punishment in such cases, where, at the request of
an enraged father, a son might be detained for up to a month. But what Alexis
was doing there he had no idea. All he had done, as for as he could tell, was
follow the instructions of some friendly boys engaged in the sport of
wrestling.
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