Pausanias approached timidly, and taking her by the hand, drew her aside, along one of the grassy alleys that stretched onwards to the sea.
The handmaidens tarried behind to cluster nearer round the singer.
They forgot he was a slave.
Note:
[28] Anaxagoras was then between 20 and 30 years of age.—See Ritter, vol. ii., for the sentiment here ascribed to him, and a general view of his tenets.
CHAPTER II.
"Thou art weeping still, Cleonice!" said the Spartan, "and I have not the privilege to kiss away thy tears."
"Nay, I weep not," answered the girl, throwing up her veil; and her face was calm, if still sad—the tear yet on the eyelids, but the smile upon the lip—[Greek: dakruoen gelaoisa]. "Thy singer has learned his art from a teacher heavenlier than the Pierides, and its name is Hope."
"But if I understand him aright," said Pausanias, "the Hope that inspires him is a goddess who blesses us little on the earth."
As if the Mothon had overheard the Spartan, his voice here suddenly rose behind them, singing:
"There the Beautiful and Glorious
Intermingle evermore."