Chapter Five

Today is the day I get my first tutor.

If you can call them a tutor, that is.

All in all, she’s more of a glorified babysitter, the same as my maid, but this one will actually talk at me.

Quite a strange woman.

I thought she was a Dwarf at first, she is so short and stocky.

It was the lack of a beard that told me she was human.

I must say, though, that those are very impressive sideburns.

As she barreled into the room, she kept gesticulating while exclaiming something.

“Bevan Athrawes!”

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“Bevin athe-waws?”

The woman chuckled as she clapped a bit.

“ie, Bevan Athrawes!”

Bustling around, the woman, Bevan I guess not certain if that’s her first name or a title; reached into her satchel and pulled out an excessively plain wooden box.

Kinda anti-climactic.

“Amser dygsu!”

Thus proclaiming, she opened the disappointing box and drew out various slates of wood.

One of the slates had a somewhat crude burn-drawing of a very familiar animal, a cow.

“Gwartheg”

“gwawthed”

“ie”

“Gwartheg yn dweud?”

I tilted my adorable little head so cutely as my pretty eyes looked on questioningly.

“Moo”

Oh, she was asking what a cow says.

“moo.”

I thank any deity in this world that cameras haven’t been invented yet, because I’m pretty sure that the lady would have gladly recorded me.