At noon, as the armored footsteps of the third shift change of the day passed outside, Yvonne finished her lessons for the day.
Of course, this wasn't the schedule they'd planned. The Wood Family's rough-and-ready approach to teaching was of no use as a model, so they'd used the Otherworld Soul as a template instead, adapting the curriculum to local conditions and stretching it out as much as possible to suit her needs.
Based on long-term observation, Kraft had scientifically calculated how long she could concentrate, taken into account the need to balance work and rest and the needs of a child's physical and mental development, and planned more than a dozen lessons that could be completed in half a day. He'd then spread them evenly over two weeks.
In his ideal scenario, she would spend half the day completing her lessons in fits and starts, then spend the rest of it playing and enjoying herself. She could visit the Workshop, where the craftsmen, with the steward's tacit approval, would indulge some of her little requests and help her make small toys.
At least, that was the theory.
Yvonne squeezed the excess ink from her quill back into its bottle, left her morning's work to dry, then stood on tiptoe to put it on the top shelf.
That meant everything she did from this afternoon onward would be advance study.
On the sixth day since Kraft had left, she'd finished two weeks' worth of lessons as planned and was ready to turn the page.
Sometimes she wondered what they were doing. Would Kup make faster progress following the doctor, or would he have no time to study? Either way, she needed to work harder to catch up—ideally, she'd even surpass him.
A stubborn sense of insecurity kept pushing her forward.