A wave of relief passed over me. I knew Uncle Fitz wouldn’t be trying to keep the book in the States, but I also knew that to keep repatriating texts, Fitz had to keep his business going. “I expect he would be quite happy to cover the cost of the translation back to Runasimi, as well. Will you talk with your friends there and see what they’d like to do? The patron is also willing to entertain other options as long as the people propose it themselves.”
“Excellent,” I said. “We’re about to have dinner with some friends, but as soon as the meal is over, I’ll talk with the Floreses about the proposal and see what they recommend as the next steps. I’ll call you soon.”
We said our goodbyes, and I headed back down to the courtyard, almost skipping with delight. “Looks like you and Fitz had a go
