Flint shoots him a look over his shoulder, evidently judging the choice of question.
"Ovid's Metamorphoses." He's comes by and sets down the two cups of wine on the low table by the fire. He's poured out pirate measures: the drink threatens to overflow both cups. He takes a seat opposite Silver, and pushes the book along the table to allow Silver to see. The book is not a translation, but printed in the original Latin. "You likely know some of the stories — Narcissus and Echo, the Minotaur, Ganymede, Pygmalion, Orpheus and Eurydice..."
He was never taught Latin. He's read the Metamorphoses before, in English and Spanish translation. The Latin is new. Thomas is teaching him, as he taught him Spanish. It's far slower: perhaps it's harder, or perhaps Flint is just older. "You didn't come here to ask about my books."
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"Ovid's Metamorphoses." He's comes by and sets down the two cups of wine on the low table by the fire. He's poured out pirate measures: the drink threatens to overflow both cups. He takes a seat opposite Silver, and pushes the book along the table to allow Silver to see. The book is not a translation, but printed in the original Latin. "You likely know some of the stories — Narcissus and Echo, the Minotaur, Ganymede, Pygmalion, Orpheus and Eurydice..."
He was never taught Latin. He's read the Metamorphoses before, in English and Spanish translation. The Latin is new. Thomas is teaching him, as he taught him Spanish. It's far slower: perhaps it's harder, or perhaps Flint is just older. "You didn't come here to ask about my books."