“Give in, and gain the more—”
“Wolf and snake and fox.”
“Or, if you do not love him, let him go.”
“How can I do that? I know not the trick.”
“Say one word only, and I will put myself in the way to find him.... Say naught, then! Stay only as you are.”
“For the throne of Zeus can one pay too dear?”
Old Phrygia, rising, made to steal from the place. Myrina caught at her dress. “Not yet—not ever, if I have courage!”
Light rose, light fell, came again a bright, a hot, and dusty day. Glaucon rose from no-sleep, and went forth upon Athenian business. The afternoon found him upon the Acropolis, near the precinct of Artemis. He was passing a grove of olive and myrtle—the light was sinking—when he heard his name breathed.
He gestured to those with him to go on, he himself turned under the trees. “Myrina....”
“So fearing and base a thing is woman when she is named Myrina!... Be my lover, Glaucon, and I will forswear light!”