It had been five years since the monster child was bestowed upon him. It is early winter when some distant, younger relative of the king arrives at court, in need of watching.

Frollo is again torn away from his real work to watch over a child - too old to be married, too educated to be left to roam free. Frollo has no desire for a page, a pupil - but he accepts.

On the first day, they arrive in his chambers, entering without a knock, Frollo is shocked, he had nearly forgotten. He grimaces.