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

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?

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?

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?

It was getting dusk. I sighed. Look. The rising stars of the tinted evening that precedes blackness.

I felt a shudder. It is I who summoned you. Who spoke those words? Beware, for you would be stolen from me now and I will not have it.

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?

This is madness, I muttered, waving goodnight to those who left in pairs or trios. I forced smiles and kind words.

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.

Meantime, the boys were begging me to go to the nearby wine garden with them, a lovely place. They were fighting over who would pay for my supper there.

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?

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

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.

Singing came from the Temple of Isis.

I received the boys' chaste kisses and confirmed our feast.

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

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.

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.

I was dumbstruck. I held the teacher's hand warmly. He talked about moderation in living.Look at my plain tunic, he said.These boys have so much money, they can destroy themselves.

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.

It was I who summoned you. Beware... for me and my purpose

This is madness, I muttered, waving goodnight to those who left in pairs or trios. I forced smiles and kind words.

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