"Is that dangerous dog, gnashing its teeth there, your property?" asked
Keraunus.
"Yes."
This morning it threw down my daughter and smashed a costly pitcher, which she is fond of carrying to fetch water in the dawn."
"I heard of that misadventure," said Hadrian, "and I would give much if I could undo it. The vessel shall be amply made good to you."
"I beg you not to add insult to the injury, we have suffered by your fault. A father whose daughter has been knocked down and hurt—"
"Then, Argus actually bit her?" cried Antinous, horrified.
"No," Keraunus replied. "But as she fell her head and foot have been injured, and she is suffering much pain."
"That is very sad," said Hadrian, "and as I am not ignorant of the healing art, I will gladly try to help the poor girl."
"I pay a professional leech, who attends me and mine," replied the steward, in a repellant tone, "and I came hither to request—or, to be frank with you—to require—"
"What?"