“Are we falling by the arrows of the Python-slayer? We are shot like birds.”
“We are the children of Apollo. Would our father kill us?”
“Saturn has returned to devour his children.”
Socrates sank in meditation, and remained standing.
“We have angered the gods.”
Lucillus the Roman entered. “See the Roman!” said Socrates, “the lord of the future and of the world. What has he to tell us?”
“I come to warn Protagoras. He is to be banished.”
“I?”
“You are banished.”
“On what grounds?”