Will sat there, in the library, with a think book on the was history in front of him. The first year page could not remember how many times, in the half hour he had spent in the library, had he cursed this book and the subject itself. He hated history and often thought that somebody should tell the king that pages did not need to learn history.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes with his hands and moved his curly away from his forehead. His head had just dropped in his arms when he heard someone enter the library. "Hullo." he said as he was that the someone had seen him and it would not be nice to keep quiet now.