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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.

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?

The boys protested.

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 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.

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.

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

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.

The boys protested.

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 feared I knew.

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.

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.

The boys protested.

No, I must be off now, I said. Desperately I thought, what I shall I do for a torchbearer? Dare I ask these youths to see me home'? I could see their slaves waiting about, some already lighting their torches or lanterns.

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

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 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.

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.

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 feared I knew.

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.

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

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