The next week was hellish, in my mornings they would take me running for a couple of hours, after that we would eat and go back to the exercises, sit ups, push ups, squats, he would make me carry big rocks from one side to the other, when we finished came the worst part, Willfest would fish a wooden stick and hit me in the stomach, according to get resistance to make the blows, but Sir would always overdo it, when we finished training I would end up vomiting almost every time.
-Big Morning we will arrive in Dublin, before we enter the city I need you to give me your knife and tie your hands, I will take you straight to Irish, it is possible that you will be imprisoned, we will see how to save your skin.
-So you don't have a plan, how confident I must feel Willfest.
-I don't know what you're going to say to the Lord, but be careful, what you say.... Do you know how to behave with the nobility?
