"I think not—pick up that pin, it has fallen out of my dress."
The Bithynian obeyed her behest, and while the girl re-fastened her peplum over her shoulders she asked him again:
"Who are you? How came the dog in our palace?"
"He belongs—he belongs to us. We arrived late last night, and Pontius put us—"
"Then you are with the architect from Rome?"
"Yes, but who are you?"
"Selene is my name, I am the daughter of the palace-steward."
"And who is Pollux, whom you were calling to help you when you recovered your senses?"
"What does that matter to you?"
Antinous colored, and answered in confusion: