He hinted, to put us upon the right way, “The Prometheus of Parrhasius.”
“Yes; what can you tell us of that?”
“Do you not know how Parrhasius painted the Prometheus of the Acropolis?”
“No. We have not been told how it was done.”
“You do not know of that amazing scene—the deathly tragedy and alarums from whence that picture emerged, bloodstained?”
“Speak. Tell us all the scene; we know nought of it.”
For an instant Bryaxis let his regards rest upon our young faces, as if he hesitated to burden our spirits with such a memory. Then he said with decision—
“Very good. I will tell you all.”