Juganothion,

I'm disappointed in your inability and incompetance. One would think
that the Imperator would have the wherewithal to challenge a lone
assailant while he is slaying your guards, especially with the resources
of an entire city at his disposal. I assure you, the next time you
attempt to jump me while hunting, I will do my best to make certain you
do not flee into your city, hide, and lick your wounds while I
mercilessly slaughter your troops singlehandedly.

I challenge you to singlehandedly show me the meaning of fear as so many
before have failed. I challenge you to show me what the great and mighty
leader of the Empire is capable of. Where is the man who had the gall to
steal from Khandava and oppose the entire world? Where is the man who
once thought himself a demon? Juganothion, I ask you a question now as
you asked me when I was but young and before you began to flee my
presence like a mangy mutt flees from a Tazi hound: Do you want to die?

You are naught but a disgrace to the very concept of nobility. Your rule
and ineptitude have sunk Stavenn lower than I have ever seen it. It is a
pity you cannot be replaced. As you once attempted to educate me in the
prowess of those superior in combat, allow me to educate you in how true
warriors fight and in how true nobles do combat.

Hurry. Your magister awaits.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Letum, in the year 502 AD.