Chapter 6, A special place

Beswick, went back into the kitchen to see the table set with three bowls, a couple of glasses of pop and a platter full of bread rolls.
Mr. Biggles hopped up onto the table and sat contently, waiting for the other two to sit down. Mr. Featherstone ladled soup into two of the bowls. Mr. Biggles bowl was already filled with chunks of meat and gravy.
"Sit down Master Beswick, sit down"
Beswick sat down beside Mr Biggles, and waited for Mr Featherstone to join them.
The soup was tasty and filling, Beswick sopped up the juices with a plump bread roll.
"You are going back to school soon Beswick., do you find that exciting?"
"Sometimes I do Mr Featherstone, I like to learn new things, but I don't look forward to Cedric and the rest of his bullies." Beswick said.
"Ah yes, the bullies, funny thing about bullies Beswick. they are controlled by chaos, and you know I don't care for chaos. I prefer things in order." Mr Featherstone said. "When things are organized, you can see what is out of place, then if you think about it you can make sense out of what remains, like a puzzle."
"In Chaos, when something is missing, the rest fall apart and go on their own direction.. It may be good to remember that in the future."
"Do you have any friends at school Master Beswick?"
"Yes Mr. Featherstone, Isaac Ramsbottom he is a good friend, he went away this summer to visit his aunt and uncle in the Rocky Mountains. I am sure he will have lots to tell me when he gets home. And there is Abigail Ford, we call her Abby for short. She likes to talk lots." Beswick was thinking of all his other friends at school too, like Billy Johnson, the mailman's son, and Nancy Ridley, her family owned the store. He would meet up with lots of his friends, the summer was fading away fast.
But he did not look forward to the bullies, not at all.
Mr Featherstone cut in "what is your favorite subject Master Beswick" he asked?
"Oh that would have to be science I think" he replied.
"I really like science but I don't care for history too much"
"That is funny Master Beswick, they go hand in hand. Isn't the science you learn at school a records of someone's discoveries, a history?" Mr. Featherstone asked.
"I guess so" Beswick answered" but it is exciting. I can use what I learn in science every day."
"This is true, but the same can be said about history. As a matter of fact the same can be said about anything you learn. Knowledge is a wonderful thing but the real art is knowing how to apply that knowledge, That is wisdom, and that is what separates you from the ordinary people, You are extraordinary Beswick, You have a gift, you see things in a different light. I have seen it in the way you look upon things you have learned. I have been watching you for some time now."
Beswick was smiling, I am extraordinary he thought to himself.
"Many times you will know the correct questions to ask in order for you to understand what you need to know. Like the spectacles for instance. You discovered that crystals now coat the lenses. There will be times, Master Beswick, when you will ask me questions, and I will answer them with a question. I am not being awkward, I am just wanting you to think about the possibilities. There is much to learn in this world and I will sharpen your tools so you can learn it well. We will finish up our lunch, then we will check the library one more time, After that we will be going somewhere very special. Now eat up and we can get going"
The three friends finished off the bread rolls and soup. Mr Biggles licked the last of the gravy from the bowl and jumped over to Beswicks lap. He purred loudly as Beswick rubbed him behind the ears. Mr Featherstone took the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. He cleared the rest of the table.
They got up and walked into the library. Beswick was still in awe over the number of books in the shelves surrounding the room.
Mr Featherstone scanned the shelves, Everything was in fine order. "I believe we have done a good job here Beswick, Everything in its proper home. Now it is time for us to go to that special place I mentioned." and with a grin Mr Featherstone turned around and marched right back into the kitchen. Mr Biggles scurried behind, stopping every once in a while to look over his shoulder and see if Beswick was following.
The went through the back door and into the back yard, Down the two steps across the flagstones towards the shed. Mr Featherstone turned to the stone wall surrounding the yard and walked over to the big wooden door with the large hinges and the old metal padlock.
we must be going for a walk somewhere in town Beswick thought.
Mr Featherstone took a key from his pocket and placed it in the padlock.
He turned the key, the lock clicked and slipped open. He unlatched the door and swung it back. It was heavy and slow, the hinges didn't creak like Beswick thought they would, the swung slowly open.

Beswick walked towards the door, expecting to go into the alley. But there was another stone wall on the other side of the door. He was puzzled. The wall bust have been about six feet thick, there was a staircase going down inside the wall!
"Come Master Beswick" Mr Featherstone requested as he slipped through the doorway.
Beswick followed, Mr Featherstone waved his arm in front of himself. "Down the stairs lad. I need to close the door after. Mr Biggles will show you the way."
Down the staircase they went, Mr Biggles stopping every once in a while to make surte Beswick was following. It wasn't very bright but the light from the yard was enough to see the steps.
Mr Featherstone closed the door behind them, The stairway went pitch black for just one moment. The stones in the wall started to glow!
Each one a slightly different colour. Some had swirls of colour like the rainbow of oil in a puddle on the street. Beswick was lookind around the staircase, awestruck!
Mr Biggles meowed at the bottom of the stairs There was another heavy wooded door waiting for Mr Featehrstone to open it.