“Whence are you?” she queried.
“From Colonos.”
“The grove near Athens?”
“Yes, the shady, sacred grove. The most beautiful place in the world.”
“More beautiful than Delphi?” she smiled.
“I think so, lady.”
“It is your home,” said Theria gently. “Therefore you love it.”
“My father came to consult the Oracle,” explained the boy. “He questions about his ship which comes not back to us. He is now with your father in the Precinct. For you are Nikander’s daughter, are you not?”
“Yes—his only daughter,” she answered with pride.