Mosby's second apprentice, Old Hayface, had bandages wrapped around his swollen face and a freshly splinted arm.

He screamed through gritted teeth, "Yeah, it was that little bastard! Mr. Lake, you've ruled Blumedale for years—when have we ever been humiliated like this? We've got to kill Andrew. Not just kill—wipe him off the face of the earth!"

Mosby's face was dark as thunder, his fists clenching so tight that his knuckles cracked. "Andrew, you arrogant little runt… you've gone too far. W