My God, said Francis Crawford in English, smiling cordially and shaking his hand. 'Caffa and purled lace and pinking, and a butt on him like one of Shah Mahmút th Ghaznêrides' elephants. How is Marthe?' To his escort, he added blandly, in French, 'Forgive me. Mr Blyth and I are old acquaintances.' 'Don't apologize. M. le Prévôt speaks English,' said Jerott coldly. 'So he does,' said Lymond thoughtfully. 'Remind me to tell him that the Shah Mahmut the Gaznêrides kept very small elephants.
( Dorothy Dunnett )
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