“The rest have gone on,” she said, “We must hasten if we are to overtake them.”
“Is it necessary that we overtake them?” asked Zopyrus in a voice that sounded unnatural.
Eumetis blushed and shook her head in the negative. “No not if you prefer to delay.”
“I do, Eumetis, for I have something to say to you.” He paused a moment then continued: “Will the daughter of the aristocratic Pasicles deign to look upon Zopyrus whose origin is to her unknown, as a suitor?”
“You are mistaken, Zopyrus, if you think your parentage is unknown to my father. Aeschylus has revealed your identity to him, though I know not what it is and care not as long as Pasicles approves.”
For answer Zopyrus drew her arm within his own and together they crossed the Ceramicus as the shades of evening were beginning to descend.
CHAPTER XVI.
The Celebration of the Mysteries.
“Thence what the lofty grave tragedians taught
In chorus or iambic, teachers best
Of moral prudence, with delight received