"What? My youngest son defeated the terrible Vikings with a bunch of peasants?" Baron Dorsteng was incredulous.

"Oh! Little Simon, where did you learn these ingenious siege weapon construction techniques?" Count Berg exclaimed in astonishment.

"Ah, it's that damned Simon again! He always ruins my plans with his peasant-like cunning tricks! I'll kill him myself next time!" The Duke of Upper Lorraine was losing his temper.

"Alas, this city is as impregnable as a tortoise shell; we just can't take it. You, send someone at top speed to invite my best friend, the wise Simon, over..."