"You know what they call this place?"
I raised my eyebrows, shrugging.
"Le Chȃteau des Bourreaux," she said.
I laughed rather too loudly again, crossed my legs, and examined the inside of my wrist.
(It is a pun, you see. Chȃteau de Bordeaux, Chȃteau des Bourreaux—Bordeaux Castle, Castle of Butchers.) (1.20.XI.43.27-31)