Enjolras gestures ignorance. "Not in specific. I don't know this Rollo, nor any reason to think him dishonest. And I can't think this would be a matter to cause any man to lie."
"But all I mean is... in Paris, you understand, we knew the ground. Even a man new to the city -- new to France, the newest immigrant -- would be surrounded by people, and know what he'd learned at home. If a man told thee of an urgent matter, thou'dst have context, thou couldst judge his word by what else thou didst know of the situation, his friends, his allegiances. And even the truest man has only one man's eyes. If Bahorel and I tell thee of a conversation, we'll likely agree on the heart of it, but for the details..."
"Here, if a man tells me something of his nation -- where men do magic in every moment, say -- then I know nothing of what other eyes might see in it. No landmarks."
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"But all I mean is... in Paris, you understand, we knew the ground. Even a man new to the city -- new to France, the newest immigrant -- would be surrounded by people, and know what he'd learned at home. If a man told thee of an urgent matter, thou'dst have context, thou couldst judge his word by what else thou didst know of the situation, his friends, his allegiances. And even the truest man has only one man's eyes. If Bahorel and I tell thee of a conversation, we'll likely agree on the heart of it, but for the details..."
"Here, if a man tells me something of his nation -- where men do magic in every moment, say -- then I know nothing of what other eyes might see in it. No landmarks."
It's a quandary. At least he has friends to ask for second opinions, but still; there's only so much of anyone's character one learns in café chatter, as a rule.