“Hue was not translating. I don’t think he needed to. “Why me?” I fumed. “A waste of my time, playing pedagogue to a Parisian pretender. What was he thinking?” I turned to look at them. “What were you thinking?” I yelled at them. Hue backed up a step, but Baudoin stood his ground. “What did you ask me?” he replied in langue d’oïl. I took a deep breath. “I am a fool,” I said in the same language. “I know,” he said. “No, you don’t. Repeat it. ‘I am a fool.’ “ “What?...” “Lesson the first. We start with the basics.” “But I assure you, I am not a fool.” “Your assurances are noted and hereby ignored. Say it!” He shrugged. “I am a fool.” “That is the beginning of wisdom,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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