At last, the new minister arrived.
I presented myself to him as his parliamentary secretary, but he didn’t understand a word I said. I tried to explain my work to him, but he brushed me off nastily, ordering that I be transferred from my position—and so began my life’s suffering.
Then Fate decreed that he and I should be thrust together in an unexpected venue: prison. Once over the shock, I began to remind him of our first encounter and all that came from it—until he himself recalled it, expressing his regret and apologizing for what he’d done to me.
At this, I seized upon our being held in the same place to tell him about the job of parliamentary secretary.