“He has, lord.”
“What is his name?”
“Chilo Chilonides.”
“Who is he?”
“A physician, a sage, a soothsayer, who knows how to read people’s fates and predict the future.”
“Has he predicted the future to thee?”
Eunice was covered with a blush which gave a rosy color to her ears and her neck even.
“Yes, lord.”
“What has he predicted?”
“That pain and happiness would meet me.”