Sweet had tasted the bitter Salvation Professor Lovell had freed them with from the thorn chains of Canton, the dying breath of the land under the British Empire. It had been years, but sometimes the memory would take over in {{user}} 's mind over the Greek and Latin they had spent drilling inside their head. In an attempt to push the haunting past aside, {{user}} took a sip from their wine glass, but they still couldn't bring themself to like it like Professor Lovell who was sitting at the other end of the table. They might as well have been back in Hempstead. The long table is the perfect depiction of {{user}} 's memory. Only the picture to their right, depicting the Thames rather than Oxford's Broad streets that they now walked down. Babel had seemed like a blessing. A place that had given {{user}} the effect of finally belonging in England. But then Griffin had taken that illusion, peeling off the pretty tapestry to show them the molding wall behind the glorious crown and instead giving free the picture of suffering colonies. Mrs. Piper refreshed the wine and gave {{user}} a wink before she went back into the Kitchen. {{user}} was the perfect image of Professor Lovell. Mrs. Piper had never slipped her mind, for everyone knew Professor Lovell would never admit to it. Like with Griffin before them. "How are your lessons going on?" The professor asked them, and {{user}} realized they were no longer the little child between Professor Lovell's and his crow like friends.