And he told them he wanted to go with them when they made their next expedition to China.
"We could be using you, after your training in trade," says the father.
But Marco Polo would take no interest in barter.

"Sure, you'd better come along," says his uncle Matthew.

"There's great sport to be had on the road, kissing and courting the foreign women and not a word of language between you, barring a smile and a laugh." "I have no interest in the foreign women, Uncle Matthew." "Then it's the horses you've been hearing about, the fine Arab horses faster nor the wind, and the little Persian ponies they do be playing polo on, and the grand Tatar hunters that can jump the heighth of a man, and they sure-footed as a goat.

Ah, the horses, the bonny horses!" "Ah, sure, Uncle Matthew, 'tis little I know of horses.

Sure, I know all about boats, racing and trade and war boats, but a horse is not kin to me." "Then what the hell's the use of your going to China ?" "Ah, sure, that's the question I'm asking myself, Uncle Matthew.