It'll Only Hurt For A Little Bit
In reply to Tristan (msg # 101):
He smirks. "Your tutor will start tomorrow as a matter of fact..."
"No. That is not how you make an "A". Try again."
Before you can, you get a rap across the knuckles.
The 'tutor' is a short old woman with a hump in her back and a bad case of angry-at-everyone named Dame Matilda.
She's...yeah.
Collin wakes you a dawn to do drills and run laps. Then you light the fire in the hearth, set the oats on to boil into porridge, draw four buckets of water from the well in the backyard, sweep the common room and hallway, and set the table before Coscrach shuffles into the common room, muttering in an odd languge.
After the breakfast you prepare, you are given tasks related to...well you aren't sure what they're related to. You have to full cups with an exact amount of water. You have to carve patterns into new candles. They just seem odd tasks.
Then Dame Matilda shows up. She...yeah.
You've started learning both your letters and some words in Latin, which is apparently a tongue a bunch of dead men used and now the magi use as well. It seems related to the tongue the priests use at Mass.
She gives you a wicked grin. "Stultus sum. Say it. I want you to say it to Master Coscrach when you see him. And to the next five people you next meet. Go ahead and say it now, so I know you are pronouncing it correctly. Stultus sum"