The next day I wake up late. It's only a few minutes before a servant appears and tells me that Martino wants me. Cassandra quickly prepares me and then I hurry out. I bring along my mediocre essay and try to look happy to go to my lesson.
Martino waits for me in the Sitting Room, looking even more grumpy than usual. I sit down and hand him my essay without a word.
He takes it, scans it, and then slides it into his bag. "I didn't think you would actually do that. I must say that I am a bit impressed. I will read it later and grade it."
I nod.
"As for now," he says, "we should begin our lesson. We don't have much time. I am leaving this afternoon to go to a lecture within the city. I need plenty of time to gather my own notes. We will just have a short lecture and I will assign you your
