Alex muttered. He looked almost frightened.
âSir,â said Alice, raising her hand to draw the teacherâs attention away from her brother, âwhat will we be doing in Cornoliana?â
âIf you listened to Tobiasâs speech last night, youâll remember him talking about unusual troop movements in Souris.â He raised his eyebrows questioningly and his two pupils nodded.
âFIG is now focusing all its energies in two directions,â he continued. âOne, finding out what exactly the Sourians are up to, and two, preparing to organize Gerandans to rise against them.â
âAnd you think that while weâre in the palace we might hear something about the Souriansâ plans,â said Alice.
âCorrect.â The rusty-orange and white mouse nodded once, curtly. âAnd to be able to interpret the significance of what you hear, you need to understand something of Sourian politics. Letâs start with General Ashwover, who is the top-ranking Sourian officer in Gerander. He effectively rules Gerander on Queen Eugeniaâs behalf, from the Sourian headquarters in the palace in Cornoliana. Queen Eugenia is directly descended from the House of Cornolius, remember, so she claims the right to the palace. Of course, she isnât the only heir to the throne of Cornolius. Can either of you tell me another oneâsomeone who is directly descended from the triplet who inherited Gerander?â
Although they were still new to FIG, both young mice knew the answer to this question.
âZanzibar!â they shouted in unison.
Solomon Honker smiled briefly. âCorrect!â Then . . . bang! The ruler smacked down on Aliceâs desk. âBut you will raise your hands before speaking and you will address me as âsir.ââ
By six oâclock, when Solomon Honker finally called a halt to the lesson, Alice thought her head would explode with all the information crammed in it. After a break for lunch, theyâd spent the whole afternoon studying the history of the Sourian occupation of Gerander from the Sourian point of view, since that was what Raz and Rita would have learned.
âIf Iâd known that an undercover assignment would be worse than school I never would have volunteered,â Alex groaned as they made their way to the cafeteria for dinner.
They found Beezer and Ebenezer already there. Ebenezer was his old cheerful self, Alice was pleased to see.
âIâve been shadowing Serena this afternoon, learning the ordering system and so on,â her uncle explained. âSheâll be leaving the day after tomorrow. Sheâs given me some of the recipes from her restaurant. Iâm really looking forward to trying them out.â
They had just carried their plates, piled high with cheesy crepes, to one of the long tables when an all-too-familiar figure came toward them.
âOh no,â groaned Alex under his breath.
âWhy itâs my two favorite pupils,â Solomon Honker said.
âHello, sir,â they chorused politely.
Their teacher had exchanged his somber blue bow tie for a cheery candy-striped one. And that wasnât all that had changed. âWhatâs all this âsirâ business?â he asked jovially. âWeâre not in the classroom nowâcall me Solomon Honker.â
âYes, Solomon Honker,â Alex and Alice said obediently.
âHave you tried the Stetson Camembert yet?â he asked over his shoulder as he moved off toward the buffet. âItâs delicious.â
âIs that your teacher?â Beezer asked. âHe seems nice.â
âNice?â Alex snorted. âWhat he was like just thenâall cheerful and friendlyâis the complete opposite of what heâs like in the classroom. He kept yelling and banging our desks with a ruler.â Alex slammed his fork onto the table, making them all jump. âHeâs like that mouse in the book that