Triss: How's your week been going anything new occupying your days since my last visit ....
Philippa: Sigi and I have signed the child up for self deffence classes
Triss: Phil isn't Radovid about 6, don't you think that's a bit too young?
Philippa: See Triss it's ecaxtly THAT WAY of thinking that got the Old Fool, I mean Visimir killed....and now of course it's us two that have to solve the problem and catch the fool behind it...
Triss: Phil isn't it you.....
Philippa: Who signed up for another headacher by highring a master of arms to teach the brat how to fend for himself.... yes.... but at least Sigi gets to handle the joys of paperwork behind it
Triss: So how is that been going then....
Philippa: The boy is just too slow you know.... Sigi bets it has to do with the head, but I think that he just needs to work on the reflaxes more.
I've come up with this idea to speed things up. Every few days we order the servants to smear some fat onto the halls floors, only on the flat parts of course we wouldn't want to overdo it this early, so when he passes it's like standing on thin ice, inevtably eventually the child is going to have to toughen up and stay alert even when it seems like there's no danger present.
Quite a remarcable plan wouldn't you say?
Triss: Phil don't you think all that looking for the enemies in the shadows and traps on all sides is going to make the kid a little bit paranoid?
Philippa: Don't be so dramatic Triss, what could possiblly go wrong?
From never written chronicle of the life of Saint Philippa of Mons Calvus, Years of 'rule' of Radovid The Brat (V)
Well that backfired specatculaly :)
