Three years later - 1612
Today is my seventh birthday, serious age, I wonder what I will get as a gift ...
I have spent the last three years mainly studying. I learned reading and writing in two months, but I was actually pretending to learn. I had many years of practice... and two months it was my mistake. My teacher praised me to my father that I had a talent for learning and as a reward my father decided that I would study Turkish... More learning ... I dreamed about it as well as about the prostate examination.
Of course, I spent my time not only studying. In free time, I discovered my new / old passion ... watching women bathing. In my previous life I could not devote myself to this passion too much ... there was always something in the way, it was usually the police or the prosecutor ... but now I was a child, women undressed in front of me and I didn't have to pay for it.
It was my little world, lessons and tits ... however, the big world didn't stand still. From the conversations I heard, I was able to conclude that the events were happening just like in history.
In 1609, the Polish-Russian war broke out, of course I knew how it would end. Due to the stupidity and religious fancy of Sigismund III Vasa, Poland lost the possibility of gaining the Moscow throne.
My father's personal enemy also left this world, Stanisław "Devil" Stadnicki was killed. When Łukasz Opaliński took Łańcut and the Stadnicki residence, Stadnicki attacked the city of Leżajsk in retaliation and captured it. However, he did not enjoy the city for long ... Eventually, Stadnicki was killed by a Tatar in his service, he was stabbed ten times, as a reward for killing Stadnicki, the Tatar became a nobleman and took the name Macedoński... I have not seen my father so happy for a long time, and he was most pleased with the fact that after Stadnicki's death, a nobleman cut his head off and gave it to the woman as an engagement gift.
"Today is your seventh birthday, young master. Unfortunately, your father cannot be present, he has been stopped by important military matters." (Secretary Kowalski)
"I understand, Mr. Kowalski. It was similar last year and the year before too ... but why are you informing me about this?" (MC)
"Your father decided that you must learn fencing and hired a saber combat preceptor to teach you. Tomorrow he will come to Jazłowiec and his name is Jacek Dydyński, Nałęcz coat of arms. Perhaps you have heard this name before." (Secretary Kowalski)
Of course I've heard of him, he was a saber for hire. Sometimes, for a fee, he helped to enforce court judgments, and sometimes he interfered with their execution. Sometimes he helped people, and sometimes when someone paid adequate money, kidnapped people, attacked noble estates ... one thing was certain, he knew how to fight.
I assumed that the first day would only be introducing the teacher to the student ... I was very wrong. I was woken up with a bucket of cold water, pulled out of bed by force and led to the back of the castle ... this is how I met Jacek Dydyński. He looked me up and down, nodded.
"From today I am your teacher. You see this tub, I want to bathe after a long journey, fill it with water. (Dydyński)
"I will call the servants ..." (MC)
I felt a blow to the back of my head and I almost fell ... now I know it was a bad proposition on my part ... I remember from the future "The teacher was mean to me, he almost shouted at me." ... My teacher almost knocked me out, on the first day.
With no way out, I started carrying water, I was seven years old, and although I kept fit, it was a bloody hard task.
I don't know how many buckets I brought, I lost count ... I didn't have the strength anymore, I sat down on the ground, giving up hard. I began to drink the contents of the last bucket greedily and poured the rest onto myself. My teacher got up, went to the tub to check how much water there was.
"Empty, how long are you going to be so lazy? I want to bathe today." (Dydynski)
Fuck ... Empty? Impossible. It may not be full, but I brought a lot of buckets. I went to check the contents myself ... Fuck, it's actually empty. Only a small amount at the bottom ... how?
I felt another blow to the back of my head, staggered, and fell into the tub.
"For not trusting the teacher's words. When I say it is empty, it is empty." (Dydyński)
When I was getting up on my foot, I noticed that there were a few holes right at the bottom ... Motherfucker ... I didn't get enough sleep, I was tired, hungry and pissed off ... and I had a headache.
"The tub is full of holes, it won't hold water." (MC)
"That's your excuse? You have to fill it. If you bring the water faster than it runs out, you can do it." (Dydyński)
And that was only the first day ... 2919 days left ... Fuck.
I spent the following days practicing almost the same routine. First, wake up, then run for two kilometers and drag a bag of sand that weighed as much as me. Only now I could eat breakfast, and after breakfast, another run, but for a shorter distance and more exercises, sometimes my teacher replaced running with swimming.
When I was finishing training with Dydyński, it was noon and I was going to my next meal ... unfortunately now it was time to learn languages, counting, the Bible, sometimes I fell asleep over books from exhaustion ... and so days turned into weeks and weeks into months ... and I didn't even have a saber in my hand and due to the sheer volume of classes and training, I also lost the opportunity to cultivate my passion for admiring naked women... My life has become boring, but I have to admit I liked it, I was hellishly tired, my hands were bleeding, I fell on my face, I was dirty, I was sore ... but I was never more motivated. I knew I had to be better ... better than the others ... march or die.