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Perhaps it was only the awful pall of twilight.

Lucius - my much detested youngest brother - not coming to welcome me with tears but gliding in the shadows of the portico. Why'?

But this was dim to me. I tried to listen. My eyes roved. Whence came that voice Who summoned me and who would attempt the theft?

I knew the whole person. Lucius. He waited at the end of the long portico.

The Forum grew quiet. The fires blazed before the Temples. But there were great spaces of darkness. The man in the toga waited.

But this was dim to me. I tried to listen. My eyes roved. Whence came that voice Who summoned me and who would attempt the theft?

I couldn't move, and it was getting dark. All the merchants who are open only in the day were gone. The taverns were putting out their lanterns or torches. One bookseller remained open, with great displays of books under the lamps above.

The Priest at the Temple begs for you to come back, Madam. He needs to talk with you. He did not mean for you to leave without talking.

I glared at the distant figure of Lucius, who now slouched at the end of the portico in front of doors closed for the night. His very posture was furtive and cowardly.

Think, Pandora. This sweet little invitation is some keen test of the degree of my daring and freedom. And I should not go to a common tavern with the boys But within moments I would be alone.

This was my brother, the youngest, Lucius, the one I despised. It had to be him. And behold the sly manner in which he fled from notice into the shadows.

I glared at the distant figure of Lucius, who now slouched at the end of the portico in front of doors closed for the night. His very posture was furtive and cowardly.

Quite suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I brushed it off immediately, wishing to lay down limits to such familiarity, and then I realized a man was whispering in my ear:

Singing came from the Temple of Isis.

Lucius - my much detested youngest brother - not coming to welcome me with tears but gliding in the shadows of the portico. Why'?

I glared at the distant figure of Lucius, who now slouched at the end of the portico in front of doors closed for the night. His very posture was furtive and cowardly.

This was my brother, the youngest, Lucius, the one I despised. It had to be him. And behold the sly manner in which he fled from notice into the shadows.

Then to my silent astonishment I saw a man, his head covered by his toga, watching me. I knew him immediately, by his forehead and his eyes. I recognized his walk now as he moved steadily away.

The Forum grew quiet. The fires blazed before the Temples. But there were great spaces of darkness. The man in the toga waited.

Lucius - my much detested youngest brother - not coming to welcome me with tears but gliding in the shadows of the portico. Why'?

But something had changed. It was as quick as the opening of one's eyes. Ah, painted eyes, no.

I turned to see a Priest there beside me, in full Egyptian headdress and impeccable white linen and wearing a medallion of the goddess around his neck.

I knew the whole person. Lucius. He waited at the end of the long portico.

I glared at the distant figure of Lucius, who now slouched at the end of the portico in front of doors closed for the night. His very posture was furtive and cowardly.

But something had changed. It was as quick as the opening of one's eyes. Ah, painted eyes, no.

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