Education for a Young Officer.

[Nicholi Ravnthorn]

A few Guardsmen set around a table after one of Nicholi's training talking and sharing a confortable drink and a few laughs. "That was a good training there, fella." Joey says. "Than' yahs sah, ah 'ope ter beh doin' a few more on dat type o' fighten roit dere's." Nicholi replied. "Aye, sounds good, but there's one thing...Some of those new recruits can't understand a word you say." Joey says. "Whatcha mean dere sah?" Nicholi replies. "Well fella, you are a hard man to understand. You really need to learn to speak right, and clean up your words....We need to send you to school or something Fella." "Aye sah." Nicholi nods slowly as he finishes his ale. Finally leaving the room thinking of what Joey hade said.

The next Morning Nicholi awakens early and heads off toward Britian where he could get some proper learning done. Sitting in a lonely library with a private instructor, Nicholi slowly learns to speak properly and even read better. "Now say it with me Nich'...The Rain In Spain Lays Mainly On The Plain" The Instructed said. Nicholi struggles over the words" Da Roin in Spoin la's moinleh on da ploin." "No, no it's an A sound...Ahhhh" Says the Instructor. After many lessons in the Early morning Nicholi Begins to learn, his speach clearing up and his reading and writing abilities improving greatly. "Your getting much better Nich', a few more lessons and you'll be a proper gentleman. Now, repeat after me...Holy moly, that sly, squirmy old man stole all of my carrots!" The Instructor said. "Holy moly, that sly,squirmy old man stole all m' carrots!" Nicholi Repeated. "Very good, you are getting it!"

A few days later after a couple of lessons, Nicholi returned to cove with his head held high, and his uniform shined, and his kilt mended. Ready to take on fully the responsibilities of an Officer.