Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

Chapter 2- an interesting discovery

"Shut the door behind you, summers!" A sharp crisp voice brought the boy out of his mumblings. "Where is mr. Jackman?" The boy asked.
"He is ill," the woman standing by the board answered. "I am to be your Latin teacher for the next week." " please take out your books and open the work books to page 394."
All through the lesson, the cover teacher muttered while looking at the ceiling and the boy swore he could have heard her say something like: "1 Neque eum fugiat"...
The bell rang. The class got up and left. The boy stayed behind. "What was that about 'the boy must not escape?"
"You understood that?" The woman sounded amazed and worried. "Mr. Jackman said you weren't very advanced in Latin,"
"I don't know how but I've always understood any language spoken. Even dead languages like Latin." The boy scratched his head and left.
His last sentence had left the woman unnerved. What if he was The One.

1: the boy must not escape