“Master Chubb?′ Malcolm asked. Halt grinned at the memory of that day. ‘He’s the chef at Castle Redmont. A formidable man, wouldn’t you say, Horace?’ Horace grinned in his turn. ‘He’s deadly with his wooden ladle,’ he said. ‘Fast and accurate. And very painful. I once suggested that he should give ladle-whacking lessons to Battleschool students.’ ‘You were joking, of course?’ Malcolm said. Horace looked thoughtful before he replied. ‘You know, not entirely.”

“Master Chubb?′ Malcolm asked. Halt grinned at the memory of that day. ‘He’s the chef at Castle Redmont. A formidable man, wouldn’t you say, Horace?’ Horace grinned in his turn. ‘He’s deadly with his wooden ladle,’ he said. ‘Fast and accurate. And very painful. I once suggested that he should give ladle-whacking lessons to Battleschool students.’ ‘You were joking, of course?’ Malcolm said. Horace looked thoughtful before he replied. ‘You know, not entirely.”

— John Flanagan