“Love lives by loving.”
“Then there is no cure for it?”
“Yes. Oraetes found the cure.”
“What was it?”
“Death.”
“You are a good listener, O son of Arrius.”
And so with conversation and stories, they whiled the hours away. As they stepped ashore, she said,
“To-morrow we go to the city.”
“But you will be at the games?” he asked.
“Oh yes.”