The dormitory was nothing special: a regular-sized bed, wardrobe, window, and the trunk. Cast gazed around the room.
"It's not much," Matthias said.
"It's a lot more than I remember ever having," Cast said, still gazing around.
"What do you mean?" Matthias asked, completely puzzled.
"Nothing," Cast answered abruptly. "I think I am going to rest now."
"Do you not want vittles to eat? Maybe a drink?" Matthias persisted.
"No, I'm not hungry," Cast answered lazily.
Matthias nodded.
"I'll be back in two hours," Matthias said as he turned around and left.
Cast placed his scimitar carefully in the empty trunk, and locked it with a small key that was on top of it. He placed the key in a side pocket of a clean blue habit that lay on the bed. He got onto the bed and fell back.
"How comfortable..." He said, pulling the sheet covers over his body. Almost in no time, he was asleep.
Matthias quickly descended the stairs, and entered Great Hall.
"Matthias, over here!"
Matthias spinned around and saw Cornflower, waving to him.
"Frair Hugo told me to fetch you. We're suppose to helpprepare for the feast," She said.
Matthias turned around and noticed that the tables stood with no chairs.
"Foremole took the chairs to polish," Cornflower answered, as if reading Matthias's mind. "We need to help him bring the chairs back."
"Where are the chairs?" Matthias asked.
"In Cavern Hole," answered Cornflower, as she descended the stairs and headed toward Cavern Hole.
Matthias groaned. The chairs were heavy, and even though only 7 stairs existed into the Cavern, it was still going to be a difficult task. He followed Cornflower into the room.
The chairs stood, stacked in compiles of 5 in each stack. Five score chairs in total. Abbot Mortimer stood, talking to Foremole. He looked up as Matthias entered.
"Ah! There you are Matthias! Please help Foremole and his crew with the chairs," He said as he left.
It took two hours to complete the task. The moles and Matthias sat in Great Hall, drinking elderberry wine and laughing at the tall tales that moles often said.
"Yurr, me granmum once say she begrown as tall as a gurt Oak. Next day et be troo. She be tall, burtI figurred she wore stilts and put on curtains as her gown!" (Sorry for my horrible mole dialect! ) This caused a fray of laughter in the small group.
Cast then appeared, wearingthe habit that lay on his bed. Matthias quickly realized he was supposed to awaken him.
"Oops! Sorry 'bout notwaking you up," He quickly apologized.
"That's alright. When's the feast?"Cast said,while his slim stomach grumbled.
Matthias smiled.
"It will start in another two hours. Until then, why don't you joinus?"
Cast obliged, laughing and giggling along with the group.He noticed that Matthias had his attention some where else. He followed Matthias's eyes, and, while looking out the window, spotted a young mousemaid, handling dibbunsout in the orchard. Cast closed his eyes and chuckled. This seemed to awaken Matthias out of his daze. He noticed that Cast was laughing at him.
"What's so funny? I haven't said a joke, why are you laughing at me?"He asked.
"Oh nothing," Cast said as he adjusted his gaze to his beaker of wine and took a sip.