The slave was obviously startled by his sudden appearance. Carrick grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him back upright. He bent closer, his surprise causing him to be rough as his fingers tightened on the slave's upper arm.
"I haven't heard anyone speak that language for 2000 years," he said, switching to his own tongue. "And much longer from a slave boy." He fixed Samandriel with his cold grey gaze."Who are you, Acadian?"