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A gaggle of teachers and students have been waiting on the field for you, and as soon as the engine is switched off, they swarm to you. You jump to the ground and, behind you, so does Asher.

The tallest of the crowd is a middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion and a beard, whose picture you recognize from the Archambault prospectus. Lord Pascal Haberlin, the Headteacher. He bears a lantern and is dressed in a long brocade robe that looks suspiciously like a dressing-gown.

"Your Highness!" he shouts.

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