Right, Harry, bite like that and don't talk! Hal's grinning at him. He's not even trying to hide it.
So. A dear friend of the doctor's, fine. One of the best and bravest men. Gosh, well, it certainly sounds as though there's nothing at all to mock there. Hal turns his grin into a sober nod, and listens to Joly. "Should it not have much in common, doctor, your Paris medicine and ours of England? Are we so very muddle-headed?" Sure, it's four hundred years in the future, but has medicine really changed all that much in Europe?
He's not altogether sure how to answer Joly's question about his life, under the circumstances; he scratches his jaw and laughs a little. "Percy will tell you I am a tavern idler. Certainly I am no physician, nor no scholar."
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So. A dear friend of the doctor's, fine. One of the best and bravest men. Gosh, well, it certainly sounds as though there's nothing at all to mock there. Hal turns his grin into a sober nod, and listens to Joly. "Should it not have much in common, doctor, your Paris medicine and ours of England? Are we so very muddle-headed?" Sure, it's four hundred years in the future, but has medicine really changed all that much in Europe?
He's not altogether sure how to answer Joly's question about his life, under the circumstances; he scratches his jaw and laughs a little. "Percy will tell you I am a tavern idler. Certainly I am no physician, nor no scholar."