“I’m sure they do.” Flavia looked amused, and Dael suspected she knew about how the maidservants would coo over him and pet his hair. He really was a baby lamb, wasn’t he?
“First things first,” Flavia said, “you could do with a Latin lesson or two.”
“Latin,” Dael said. “That’s what they call their tongue?”
Flavia tilted her head to the side. “What do you call yours?”
“You speak it. What do you call it?” Dael shot back, and Flavia’s golden eyes sparked.
Dael remembered himself and ducked his head, terrified, but then Flavia said,
“Come on. Learn by doing.”
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