Chapter 6 - Another Day In The Life Of Walter
Another three weeks had passed, with minor fires that were put out within a minute, Walter chewed some tough, chewy pork from his plate (and dug up another arrowhead). Then he ate some extra-green green greens.
It was Friday again. Thank god! thought Walter, because it was it was the last day he had to take the boring class with the schoolmaster before the weekend. Then again, he was going to take a test.
Walter trudged toward the schoolroom. Soon he arrived five minutes late, which was a record (it was the earliest he'd ever been).
"Itareatcord!" said the schoolmaster. (translation:it's a record!)
"What's an eatcord?" asked Walter.
"Nonononono it a reatcord!"
"Whatever," said Walter, and the lesson began. All the time, there were voices going on inside his brain about the culprits of the fires.
"Blablablablabla!" blabbed the schoolmaster. "Reeyouleestining?" (translation: blablablablabla. Are you listening?)
"Yes I am. You just talked about the, um, um, the, the thing you were talking about," Walter said.
"Correct!" The only things Walter could understand from the schoolmaster were the things he wanted to hear.
"Ooright!" blabbed the master. "Testime!" (translation: allright, test time!)
The schoolmaster handed Walter a piece of paper and apencil dull quill. It was probably dullened by the teacher, who was even more dull. Any good author should know how to create new words when they need them.
On the test sheet, there was a bunch of scribbly handwriting that Walter couldn't read.
"beeeegin!" said the schoolmaster.
"Um, you must have forgotten I can't read..." said Walter.
"oopsie," said the schoolmaster. "1st questeen. Write dee latter "A"."
Walter understood, and tried to write the letter A. He ended up with an upside-down O (ha-ha hee-hee). The test, in the least, was very very hard. Walter kept writing a letter and realizing there was another letter that looked exactly the same, but was supposed to mean something else. Then he'd have to figure out which was which.
After the test, the schoolmaster took down Walter's score, and handed him a piece of paper.
"Seays ur gradie. Lord Leo sine!"
On the sheet was a big fat C. Walter read it as "F", and thought he was going to be punished or something.
"Itareatcord!" said the schoolmaster. (translation:it's a record!)
"What's an eatcord?" asked Walter.
"Nonononono it a reatcord!"
"Whatever," said Walter, and the lesson began. All the time, there were voices going on inside his brain about the culprits of the fires.
"Blablablablabla!" blabbed the schoolmaster. "Reeyouleestining?" (translation: blablablablabla. Are you listening?)
"Yes I am. You just talked about the, um, um, the, the thing you were talking about," Walter said.
"Correct!" The only things Walter could understand from the schoolmaster were the things he wanted to hear.
"Ooright!" blabbed the master. "Testime!" (translation: allright, test time!)
The schoolmaster handed Walter a piece of paper and a
On the test sheet, there was a bunch of scribbly handwriting that Walter couldn't read.
"beeeegin!" said the schoolmaster.
"Um, you must have forgotten I can't read..." said Walter.
"oopsie," said the schoolmaster. "1st questeen. Write dee latter "A"."
Walter understood, and tried to write the letter A. He ended up with an upside-down O (ha-ha hee-hee). The test, in the least, was very very hard. Walter kept writing a letter and realizing there was another letter that looked exactly the same, but was supposed to mean something else. Then he'd have to figure out which was which.
After the test, the schoolmaster took down Walter's score, and handed him a piece of paper.
"Seays ur gradie. Lord Leo sine!"
On the sheet was a big fat C. Walter read it as "F", and thought he was going to be punished or something.
"Class dismissed!" Said the schoolmaster, and this time Walter heard it clearly.
Walter crumpled up the report card, stuffed it in his pocket, and went to the place where he practiced his combat skills every day. He saddled up Stormbringer, his very white horse, and took a lance and shield from the weapons rack nearby.
The 1st smarty was waiting there on his wooden horse, staring in concentration at Walter, trying to calculate the way to outsmart him.
Walter dug his heels into Stormbringer's sides, and the pony charged.
Both the fighters stared at each other in concentration. Walter stared at the dummy. The smarty stared at the human. There was a clomping of hooves from both sides (more coming from Walter's andalmost none coming from the hourse [the wooden horse was so smart that it could tell time]).
The riders clashed. Walter missed, and the smarty hit Walter on the center of the shield. He barely managed to cling on to his horse.
Walter heaved some deep breaths. The score was 0-1, with the dummy winning. After both sides had rested, it was time for the second round.
Walter pressed his heels into his horse again. The horse charged. Walter bashed the center of the smarty's shield, but the smarty was too quick, and twirled around. It hit Walter on the chest, and Walter couldn't breathe properly for a few minutes. 0-2.
When Walter regained his breath, he pressed his pony forward again. This time Walter hit it square in the chest, but the smarty was always one step ahead of him, and it hit Walter's face, though with minimal damage. A little bit of blood dripped from his nose.
When... "0-3!" screamed the smarty.
As I was saying, when Walter's nose dried up, Walter did another round. He hit the dummy on the face. The dummy wheeled around and scraped Walter's shoulder.
Walter had won the... "1-3!" screamed Walter.
You guys should stop cutting me off. Anyways, Walter had won the round. Walter wheeled around for one last time, and charged. He dug his heels in harder. Faster, thought Walter. He dug his heels in more. Moar! thought Walter.
The two riders clashed once again. There was a splintering, smacking noise, and Walter's lance charged straight through the dummy.
Stormbringer couldn't slow down in time, and Walter, clinging to the lance, was unhorsed. He bumped and butted heads with the dummy (they never agreed) and Walter couldn't hold on, and crashed to the ground. His head hurt. A lot.
He could hear voices in his head. Voices from deep, deep underground discussing how they would try to take over the castle.
Walter just lay there listening to the voices. He recognized one of them, but couldn't remember who it was. "Naw, dat won't werk. B'sides, it ain't gonna delay dem fer long enough!"
After a few minutes of listening Walter got up, and the voices stopped.
I'm hearing voices in my head! thought Walter.
Walter pulled his lance out of the dummy, and put his weapons away. Then, much to the disappointment of Stormbringer, who had counted on the headache to make Walter forget, led him back to his stable. Then he stumbled into his bedroom and immediately went to bed.
Walter crumpled up the report card, stuffed it in his pocket, and went to the place where he practiced his combat skills every day. He saddled up Stormbringer, his very white horse, and took a lance and shield from the weapons rack nearby.
The 1st smarty was waiting there on his wooden horse, staring in concentration at Walter, trying to calculate the way to outsmart him.
Walter dug his heels into Stormbringer's sides, and the pony charged.
Both the fighters stared at each other in concentration. Walter stared at the dummy. The smarty stared at the human. There was a clomping of hooves from both sides (more coming from Walter's and
The riders clashed. Walter missed, and the smarty hit Walter on the center of the shield. He barely managed to cling on to his horse.
Walter heaved some deep breaths. The score was 0-1, with the dummy winning. After both sides had rested, it was time for the second round.
Walter pressed his heels into his horse again. The horse charged. Walter bashed the center of the smarty's shield, but the smarty was too quick, and twirled around. It hit Walter on the chest, and Walter couldn't breathe properly for a few minutes. 0-2.
When Walter regained his breath, he pressed his pony forward again. This time Walter hit it square in the chest, but the smarty was always one step ahead of him, and it hit Walter's face, though with minimal damage. A little bit of blood dripped from his nose.
When... "0-3!" screamed the smarty.
As I was saying, when Walter's nose dried up, Walter did another round. He hit the dummy on the face. The dummy wheeled around and scraped Walter's shoulder.
Walter had won the... "1-3!" screamed Walter.
You guys should stop cutting me off. Anyways, Walter had won the round. Walter wheeled around for one last time, and charged. He dug his heels in harder. Faster, thought Walter. He dug his heels in more. Moar! thought Walter.
The two riders clashed once again. There was a splintering, smacking noise, and Walter's lance charged straight through the dummy.
Stormbringer couldn't slow down in time, and Walter, clinging to the lance, was unhorsed. He bumped and butted heads with the dummy (they never agreed) and Walter couldn't hold on, and crashed to the ground. His head hurt. A lot.
He could hear voices in his head. Voices from deep, deep underground discussing how they would try to take over the castle.
Walter just lay there listening to the voices. He recognized one of them, but couldn't remember who it was. "Naw, dat won't werk. B'sides, it ain't gonna delay dem fer long enough!"
After a few minutes of listening Walter got up, and the voices stopped.
I'm hearing voices in my head! thought Walter.
Walter pulled his lance out of the dummy, and put his weapons away. Then, much to the disappointment of Stormbringer, who had counted on the headache to make Walter forget, led him back to his stable. Then he stumbled into his bedroom and immediately went to bed.
