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"
Sit
down
,
Dane
.
Did
you
do
as
I
asked
,
start
to
learn
Italian
?
"
"
At
this
stage
I
speak
it
fluently
but
without
idiom
,
and
I
read
it
very
well
.
Probably
the
fact
that
it
's
my
fourth
language
makes
it
easier
.
I
seem
to
have
a
talent
for
languages
.
A
couple
of
weeks
here
and
I
ought
to
pick
up
the
vernacular
.
"
"
Yes
,
you
will
.
I
,
too
,
have
a
talent
for
languages
.
"
"
Well
,
they
're
handy
,
"
said
Dane
lamely
.
The
awesome
scarlet
figure
was
a
little
daunting
;
it
was
suddenly
hard
to
remember
the
man
on
the
chestnut
gelding
at
Drogheda
.
Cardinal
Ralph
leaned
forward
,
watching
him
.
"
I
pass
the
responsibility
for
him
to
you
,
Ralph
,
"
Meggie
's
letter
had
said
.
"
I
charge
you
with
his
well-being
,
his
happiness
.
What
I
stole
,
I
give
back
.
It
is
demanded
of
me
.
Only
promise
me
two
things
,
and
I
'll
rest
in
the
knowledge
you
've
acted
in
his
best
interests
.
First
,
promise
me
you
'll
make
sure
before
you
accept
him
that
this
is
what
he
truly
,
absolutely
wants
.
Secondly
,
that
if
this
is
what
he
wants
,
you
'll
keep
your
eye
on
him
,
make
sure
it
remains
what
he
wants
.
If
he
should
lose
heart
for
it
,
I
want
him
back
.
For
he
belonged
to
me
first
.
It
is
I
who
gives
him
to
you
.
"
"
Dane
,
are
you
sure
?
"
asked
the
Cardinal
.
"
Absolutely
.
"
"
Why
?
"
His
eyes
were
curiously
aloof
,
uncomfortably
familiar
,
but
familiar
in
a
way
which
was
of
the
past
.
