Story 5. Geography lesson.
"The biggest river of our country is Valaphire, here you can see its direction, - Ashka told, pointing at the map with her finger, - its main tributary is Aiden, look, it goes near the castle and… Gryvon, are you listening to me?"
The summoner's son became alert at once and took a serous look.
"Ha? Sure, Spellbinder, of course I am listening".
Frowning, Ashka lowered her arm.
"And what was I speaking about right now?"
Gryvon scanned the map with his anxious look.
"Err… Something about the river… I think".
"Gryvon! – Ashka stamped her foot angrily. - Concentrate, at last! – the she spoke much calmer. - How can one live in a country he knows nothing about? It's not even wrong, it's dangerous. The thing that distinguishes us, Spellbinders, from untaught peasants is knowledge. The knowledge in different spheres and also in geography. We should always be aware of something happening next to us, or the living will become some sort of surviving".
"I understand it, Spellbinder, - Gryvon said, yawning, - but I am tired. Please, may we continue tomorrow? Or start the chemistry? It is more interesting!"
"What a charming sincerity! – Ashka said acidly. - You didn't even try to hide it. And speaking about chemistry, - she looked at the sill cautiously, from which a servant was trying for the second day to rub some strange white spots away, - after your previous experiment we won't come back to it too soon. And in the dungeon only. And now forget the reagents and focus on geography!"
Sighing, Gryvon looked at the roll with an unfinished lecture…