Muko pondered the strange fact that all four of them seemed to have amnesia for practically everything up to the current day.
Just as they finished eating, the door at one end of the room burst open and in shuffled a very old man. He had a long grey beard and thinning grey hair, and wore old robes tied round the waist by what looked like string. Toe-less sandals and a walking stick completed the ensemble.
“I am Pythagoras,” he announced in a rapid voice with a
slight quaver. “You are in the School of Mathematics, also known