One fine autumnal morning, Jenhay strides toward Humbertus with a proposal for breeding his mares with the covenants stallion.
[Common Greek - accented and halting] Humbertus, you leader horses!? No? Yes!
Humbertus listened quizzically with his head cocked to one side. "Ah, horse?" he ventured in appallingly bad Greek. He repeated the word again, this time in Latin and then again in Arabic, eyes hopeful.