“As a Celtic girl, I also have lessons. With Gannicus, my maternal grandfather. He’s a Druid. That’s a kind of Celtic priest. And that’s what I should be when I grow up: a priestess. My brothers, on the other hand, have a private tutor, provided by the Romans. He teaches them Latin, mathematics, philosophy and other funny things. What do you think of our Roman teacher, Bitto?”
The old man with the crooked back sitting next to Matugenta replied in a quavering voice: “He’s no Roman, he’s Greek! And what do we Celts need someone from Greece for? I prefer to teach children our famous Celtic songs of praise and satirical verses.” Bitto was the bard in Argentum and Matugenta’s great grandfather. Everybody held him in high esteem because he had white hair. And white hair was sacred because it was so rare.