"Riddles, and more riddles." Cesare smiles at him. There might be a market for the two laws, canon and secular. Provided he brushes up on the 500 years he's missed, and gets the papers. No. He gently shakes his head. "I could teach Latin. Or the lute. Or go spilling Vatican secrets." Which is a neat source of income, he has discovered. "But I've come to respect the Ancients, too, and what they taught: Know thyself. I know that anything that doesn't make me keel over at night and sleep like the dead won't appease my black gall."