“Latin can be hard. I didn’t really being to enjoy it until university were I found there were more interesting things to translate then what my father had thought appropriate. I hope, again, you don’t mind if I steered Isaac more towards declarations of war. Battles seem to be one of the few things that interest young men. We did a little history – Henry V and the battle of Agincourt and he was a very attentive student through the whole hour.”
Meredith turned his back to the man, his hands shaking but he did not want him to see. His throat felt tight, constricted and he was sure what the conversation was going to be about. Thaddeus knew. He knew somehow about where Meredith had been on his night out, about what he had done. Even now, ashamed and awaiting what he was sure was dismissal, his still ached from it, could still feel the bruises marked into his hips. “And what was?” He asked finally.