Chapter 47: Side Story. The Rough Stone and Ripples
It was a time when a boy was transitioning into a young man. Life at Eton was unbearable. Amidst a crowd of arrogant children basking in their sense of superiority derived from the class system, he stood out like a rough stone. To the students of Eton College, Liam Schofield Moore was just an odd and peculiar boy.
Children from the upper echelons, whether they liked it or not, always heard about their parents’ connections, and in their first term, they would scout each other out. Seeing the eyes that judged who could become a new connection made the place feel more like a small society than an educational institution.
Liam Moore hated it. It was annoying to think about where they heard rumors about his family and how they knew about his godfather.
“Aren’t you ‘that’ Moore?”
When someone first approached him with those words, Liam Moore felt a bit disdainful. He thought, for these kids, their family’s background is all they have to brag about.
“What do you mean by ‘that’ Moore?”
“You know. Who in England doesn’t know about Sir Moore?”
At this point, unfortunately, or perhaps a bit arrogantly and conceitedly, Liam Moore retorted,
“There are many great Moores in my family. Which Moore exactly?”