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"You are a skilled scribe, according to the slave trader."
The slave hesitated, then spoke. His voice was bitter.
"I was a skilled scribe. Now I am a slave who knows how to read and write."
Belisarius smiled. "I appreciate the distinction. I require your 車買取 services. You must teach me to read and write Marathi." A thought came to him. "What other languages are you literate in?"
The slave frowned. "I am not sure—do you understand that the northern tongues can be written both in the classical Sanskrit and modern Devanagari script?"
Belisarius shook his head.
The slave continued. "Well, I can teach you either, or both. For practical matters I suggest Devanagari. Most of the major northern tongues are written in that script, including Hindi and Marathi. If you wish to write Gujarati you will have to learn a different script, which I can teach you. All of the principal southern languages have their own script as well. Of those I am proficient only in Tamil and Telugu." The slave shrugged. "Beyond that, I am literate in Pallavi and Greek."
"Good. I will wish to learn Hindi as well. Perhaps others, at a later time."
There was a questioning look in the slave's eyes, with an undertone of apprehension. Belisarius understood immediately.
"I will not fault you if I find the task difficult. But I think you will be surprised at how good a student I will be."
He paused for a moment, making a difficult decision. But not long, for the decision was inevitable, given his character. The slave would know too much, by the time Be 中古車 lisarius was done with him. Some other man would have solved the problem in the simplest way possible. But Belisarius' ruthlessness was that of a general, not a murderer.
"I will take you back to Rome with me, when I leave India. There, if you have served me d