"Owen," she answered. But didn't answer. Because Latin it was, and Owen it was too. And folly, as a third party to the equation, that she should ever have been taught the works of Owen and Sassoon on the very cusp of a second great war. St. Martin's had been nothing if not thorough with its girls.

"Horace, first. From his Odes. It means to suggest it's both sweet and right to die for one's country." A beat. "Owen rather disagreed."