‘Only Goths, my donkey-riding friends!’ echoed Smid, and at that ominous name the whole posse comitatus tried to look unconcerned, and found suddenly that their presence was absolutely required in an opposite direction.
‘Let him go,’ said Wulf, as he stalked up the steps. ‘Let the boy go. I never set my heart on any man yet,’ he growled to himself in an under voice, ‘but what he disappointed me—and I must not expect more from this fellow. Come, men, ashore, and get drunk!’
Philammon, of course, now that he had leave to go, longed to stay—at all events, he must go back and thank his hosts. He turned unwillingly to do so, as hastily as he could, and found Pelagia and her gigantic lover just entering a palanquin. With downcast eyes he approached the beautiful basilisk, and stammered out some commonplace; and she, full of smiles, turned to him at once.
‘Tell us more about yourself before we part. You speak such beautiful Greek—true Athenian. It is quite delightful to hear one’s own accent again. Were you ever at Athens?’
‘When I was a child; I recollect—that is, I think—’
‘What?’ asked Pelagia eagerly.
‘A great house in Athens—and a great battle there—and coming to Egypt in a ship.’
‘Heavens!’ said Pelagia, and paused.... ‘How strange! Girls, who said he was like me?’
‘I’m sure we meant no harm, if we did say it in a joke,’ pouted one of the attendants.
‘Like me!—you must come and see us. I have something to say to you .... You must!’