As they all were stupid, any of the most unreliable plans in the world would work against
them most spectacularly. So I began planning the world's simplest plan.
It required no planning at all, so I simply wrote ‘kill them’ on a piece of paper and slipped it into my cloak. After waiting for what
seemed like hours, night had finally fallen. I put on my cloak and sprinted towards my brothers’ room. I seized one
of their axes and swung it so hard I lost control. That was the end of the eldest brother and, unfortunately, my left hand.