Lost Lamb

She seemed to shock him with the fact that she knew latin, if evidenced by the pause of his steps. Then her ears caught the sound of the familiar falling from the Apollyon's lips. He spoke slowly and she could hardly blame him. Slaves did not usually get taught languages as they were for slaughtering and venting anger upon. How much should she give away though? She understood him perfectly, but she was not sure he wanted the truth. Her mother had broken laws by teaching her the language of royalty.

She paused slightly behind him but beside him. Her eyeless sockets turned to where his voice had come from. "Is fuit qui docuit me mater mea, et leges quæ erat in me scire aliquid sensit quod sit docere praecepta mea in belli persequendas et sanitatem." She spoke quickly but still without the beautiful accent she knew usually accompanied the words. She hoped she didn't speak the words too horribly though and that he understood enough. "Sed etiam quia sufficit tenere lingua regum qui cum eo loquerer sermones ejus." Should she apologize for knowing it? She wasn't sure. She gave him an apologetic smile. She figured she was a little rusty with the language. Was it hard to understand it? She hoped not.

"Talk."