Tehr and the duke chatted a little more as they wound their way to the white room club.  Tehr hoped that the duke would shed some light on the nature of the journal, but since the information was not forthcoming, he did not feel it was his place to ask.  So he bid the duke fairwell, and said that he would hope to see the man soon.  But as he made his way back to his home, to retrieve Blondie for the ride to the palace, he had to ponder the events.  Children would be mischievous, and would get into trouble, but there was more to it than simple mischief.  When he was a boy, certainly he'd broken rules, and as a teen had done quite a few things not to be proud of, though theft was not one of them.  But the attempted pick pocketing was a problem, it was indicative of the state of Londinium.  He'd seen it in Liam, and now these boys.  But he couldn't find jobs for all the displaced youth of the city.  There had to be a better solution.<br/><br/>When he had been young and gotten himself into trouble with the servant girls, his uncle had taken him in and educated him, shown him how to behave.  Maybe that was the solution, a school.  Maybe if the youth would be off the streets, they could be out of harms way.  Better yet they might be educated and be more productive members of the city, and not just cutpurses, which could help with the problems afield of the city as well.  For criminals borne in londinium sometimes stayed, but sometimes went out to find easier prey in the wilds.  If they could help stem the root of crime even a little, it might have a ripple effect, years down the road.  But perhaps greatest of all was the idea that children could be taught values at a school.  Maybe a respect for the old gods and old ways.  They could be taught loyalty to the crown and the hierarchy of nobility, and the inherit nobility that came with serving responsibility and not just taking at knife point from citizens of the realm.  If there was a slow build to overthrow the queen, a network of poor street urchins on the side of the royalty would serve the cause greatly, not only as a thorn in the side of agitators, but also as an information network, and of course, possible troops in the future if they were needed.<br/><br/>Tehr liked the idea and mulled it over greatly.  When he returned to his home, he made no effort to seek out his sister or the beautiful Rosalyn.  He did not want the distraction, but instead wanted to return to the palace as the sun was now getting lower in the sky as the afternoon threatened to turn to early evening.  He went and saddled Blondie, brushed her out, then found two dried apples and fed the horses of his guests a treat before mounting his own horse and making his way towards the palace.  He mulled his plan over, and realized he didn't know about the criminal system for young men in the city, nor if any schooling was available.  It was something he'd have to find out about before presenting his plan to the queen.  He did know that the church of the one god gave out often rotten, moldy, or just old food to the street urchins as 'charity.'  Which it was in a way.  That simple act probably bought them good will among the poor, but it seemed that he could do better.  A huge kettle of gruel, while bland, would be filling, healthy, and nourishing, and could probably feed an entire gang of children for no more than a few coppers per child.  Day old bread was usually sold for as little as a third of the price of fresh, and would be clean and free of mold or bugs.  Maybe the way to a poor child's loyalty lay in a good wholesome meal?  Certainly it couldn't cost more than a handful of silver per day to hire a tutor to lecture children.  A few gold a day and he could probably afford to do the entire thing out of pocket if needed.<br/><br/>Once Emily d'Ravos started selling the charms he'd made, he'd be earning 80% of the thousand gold or more profit each on the trinkets.  While he obviously needed the gold for other tasks, it would certainly boost house Wynt's reputation among the poor if he was seen as offering a service for free to the poor.  It would probably be easy enough to keep children interested as well.  A cup of hot gruel and day old bread in the morning for any child who was there, a similar lunch if they stayed the whole morning and behaved, and a copper piece and a piece of fruit or small loaf at the end of the day's lessons.  It would mean that the child could even take the food home to feed family members, and have a coin in their pockets for their time.  All without resorting to crime.  He doubted many of the children of Londinium could claim three meals a day currently, and this would be sitting, not fighting off rats or other children for food.<br/><br/>Tehr smiled, he even knew a butcher who would probably be able to supply meat for a lunch stew.  He'd have to keep the costs low of course, but better than rotten meat, wormed fruit, or moldy bread by far.  All the time driving home the glory of house Wynt, the necessity of the queen, and the pride of being from Londinium.  Yes, it could work out, it could... he hoped.<br/><br/>Tehr handed his reigns to the stable boy and made his way to the court, which seemed busier than only a few hours ago, if that were possible.  He gave his name to the seneshcal, then sought out Lilian, as he recalled she'd wanted to speak with him.  He figured he had some time before the queen called on him.