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“I don’t know enough,” Argolicus said.
“Master, you’ve just begun,” Nikolaos said, shelving a book.
Argolicus and Nikolaos were in the study. The tutor arranged more books on the shelves. Argolicus had set a pile of his father’s journals on the large table, but they lay unopened as he thought about his pledge to Proba.
“Quintinus is like a cipher. Proba tells me his business dealings. His wife knows next to nothing. I know next to nothing. And, now I have nothing to tell the council. What was I thinking? My second day in town and I plunged into a commitment to something I know nothing about.”
Nikolaos shelved another book in silence.
Argolicus stared at the desk. He didn’t know how he would fulfill his pledge to the council. A simple conversation with Quintinus about the grain was
