Meanwhile, he must fight alone. In bitterness of heart he made his way through the midsummer heat up toward the Council House.
CHAPTER XIX
THE SONG RE-SUNG
Theria’s first thought was to deal with Lycophron. That afternoon she met him in the outer aula. He questioned her first.
“Sis, did you speak with Father?”
“Yes, and oh, Lycophron, Father is right about the oracles. You haven’t quite understood. He explained——”
“Shu!” he interrupted. “I might have known it would turn out that way. You take Father for a god.”
“Don’t talk that way, Lycophron. You know yourself how wise he is. You know how the priests have always looked up to him.”
“Do they? Now? In this crisis?” he demanded.
“No, but that is the more reason we should stand by him. We should think and act with him. Lycophron”—she caught the corner of his himation, twisting it in her fingers—“you could really go into the Council yourself if you wished. You are old enough. Your vote would help his.”