The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
She has been a learning experience, his student. It had been a long time since his first foray into the world of teaching anyone anything he knew -- much less teaching someone something as sanctified as the tongue of his motherland and the temple priests that prayed within them. The High Language. It is not every day that the gatherer of knowledge imparts it to just anyone, so it has been interesting to see the weight of her opinion of him regarding what he teaches. He has a distinct feeling that she would not look twice at him had it not been for that unusual language flitting into her ears that first meeting.
"Areh `epiws. tinamoukh amasw icje `kcwtem an.""Study the lesson. I will be very upset if you do not listen." He says to her, grown into herself as she was. She could take commands from her teacher far better now than she had when she had only just begun. She knew he would cease to teach if she offered any countermand or opposition to his suggestions. He often commented that if she could not act High enough to give proper reverence to the High Language, then all she would be good for was speaking Common like all the rest.
It is a threat he was glad to use anytime she failed his expectations over some habit or stubbornness.
He interrupts her next attempt in the lesson, correcting her pronunciation, "Pairytee""Like this." He lets her see his mouth, his tongue, as he repeats the test phrase. "Teena`ohi `mnai sarouhi ""I will stay here until the evening."
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