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[oneman_onevote]

The present, it has often been said, is as good a time as any.

Therefore, it is soon after his return from Venice that Havelock Vetinari makes his way to and knocks discreetly on Nita Callahan's door.

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[oneman_onevote]

Havelock almost-smiles at her.

"Then we can try adding a few other techniques."

He steps back to continue the lesson.

[nita_callahan]

They work for about an hour, Havelock quietly correcting Nita's form as necessary. By the end of the lesson, they're moving at a reasonably fast pace -- though not exactly at a realistic fighting speed.

Finally, Nita steps back from another exchange of blows and shifts her dagger to her left hand, shaking out her right.

[oneman_onevote]

He nods at her, knife vanishing confusingly - possibly up a sleeve, possibly not.

"You're good at this."

[nita_callahan]

"Thanks." She gives him a slightly out-of-breath, pleased smile. "You're a good teacher."

[oneman_onevote]

He shrugs.

"It's simple enough. Though I chose not to use the, ah, competitive method of teaching."

The one where you pass if you survive your lesson.

"Shall we head in?"