She parked in front of it, went in, and registered in fluent French, then turned to Oliver as they walked back outside.
“Did you understand any of that?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t speak a word of French. It was hard enough to learn Swahili.”
“Well, we each have a cottage of our own overlooking the bay. We’ll find the keys in the locks. I’ve got to leave the car here. There’s just a narrow path to the cottages. I got us the two that are farthest away from the Chateau.”

The Amulet of Power, Chapter 32