"I am troubled to see that I have awakened in you the desire for vengeance," said Frodia.
"We will speak no more of that," said Gamgès, with a sinister smile. "But I would still like to know…"
"Misericordia!" cried the abbé Frodia. "If the giving of information is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness, I shall spend the rest of my days, short though they be, in answering them. What else do you wish to know?"
"The names of all the stars, and of all living things, especially poisonous plants, and the whole history of Middle-earth and Over-heaven and the Sundering Seas and the Champs-Valinorées, and all the chief languages of Elves, Men, and Hired Assassins, and where the best slave markets are, and whether Balrogues have wings, and how best to prepare hachis," laughed Samouard. "Mais bien sûr! And you expected perhaps autre chose?"
"Very well; I will teach you all these things, and far more," replied Frodia. "It will help to pass the time, for there is only a brief time each day when we will be able to dig."
