When I had soothed Gyrinno and bathed and perfumed and powdered her, I went to the beach, thinking I might find them. Yes, they were there, quarreling on the sand, my lover and my brother, kicking their naked shins on driftwood, their servants standing by, only half interested and half awake.
“Charaxos,” I began.
“Ah...I rather expected you.”
“Sappho?” called Alcaeus.
“Get up, both of you.” I moved past the servants indignantly.
“Just leave us alone,” growled Charaxos.
“Leave a blind man with you, when it is you who is really blind?”
“Let’s not resume our quarrel,” said Charaxos.
“When have we stopped?”
“Please go away,” said Alcaeus, “I can take care of him, myself.”