You wouldn't want to be king of my country," I said.
"Why is that?"
"Well, you're rather fat. I doubt you'd fit onto my throne.

It had been a long time since i dared call anyone a friend. The concept was only theoretical to me now.

Let the wind blow, lad
Let fall the deep snow,
Let the stars fall, lad
we'll answer the call.
Let the dark come, lad
Ask not were its from.
After the fight, lad
we'll see mornings light.

Master Graves was incensed and said, as punishment for my disruption, I would have to write my letters an extra ten times that day.
"Ten times the better I'll know them, then." I said. "How strange that you should punish me by ensuring I come out more educated than Roden, who has tried to obey you.

Get me a real chair

Afraid of a wooden sword?"
"Just demonstrating my skills in evading an attack. Impressed?