“Does that amuse you? Viac Funiked was the name of the first president of Pilchardania, the man who led us to freedom after the first World War. At home I am often laughed at because our names are the same, and I see that here it is no different. Your laugh, however, is as borne of ignorance as my countrymen’s was of knowledge.”

Cesar reddened and could only mumble a reply.

The man jabbed at him with his walking stick. “What’s that? You didn’t expect a man with such a name to speak your language? Or did you honestly think I’d join in your fun at my expense?”