He laughed softly at their polite manners, like those of young and well-brought-up children. He gave a melancholy glance:
“I am unwell, I am very unwell,” he said. “I think I will go home alone.”
“Your eyes are full of pain, sir,” said one of the hierodules.
And one of the others said:
“Cannot we comfort you and cure you?”
Lucius shook his head.
“Then let us lead you home,” said the third.
They left the temple.
“I live on the river,” said Lucius. “I came in a thalamegus.”
They walked beside him, like shades. When they reached the barge, Lucius said: