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Each day of school began with religious instruction and prayers. Writing and reading took place at the same time as religious instruction for the two younger classes. A priest was always present to support the teachers.
Raen liked to write the very demanding script, which was not easy to learn, but could not be surpassed in the beauty of every single letter. Like all children, it would take him at least four years to master them for normal use. And everyone attached the same importance to it, even if one or the other might later not need to write.
After a short break, I continued with the teaching of how to behave towards one's fellow human beings. This consisted of two books: The Rules of Community and the Canon of Honor.
“So, my dear children,” the teacher began and raised his index finger, “what are the first three virtues that the rules of the community teach us?”
“Modesty, obedience and diligence!” Replied the chil
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