Master Edward shifted forward in his seat.
Lowering his voice.
Henry Kramer waved off the guards; they disappeared swiftly.
“I had to pull him away from my son before he became better than his master. They were going to the same school, attending the same classes. Learning the same things. I sent him to a low-grade school so he would learn a trade, not gain a degree.”
“But that boy changed it! He went to a university, without my permission, without my consent!” he continued intently, almost whispering.
“Without your knowledge,” Henry Kramer added quietly, holding his son’s trembling gaze, whether from the story he was telling or the one the guards had shared, Henry Kramer did not yet know.
Edward nodded.
“Can you imagine such audacity? Had his mother not taken ill, we may never have
