“We could go anywhere,” he said. “France perhaps.” “I would like that, yes.” “Maybe to the Basque country,” he said. “Did you know that I speak Basque?” She laughed. “That is very odd, Nicholai.” “I learned it in prison.” “Of course you did,” she said. “Yes, the Basque country is very pretty. We could buy a château, we could live quietly…”
