“My cousin, Rome is full of religions. Some say the truth is in Sabazius, some in Isis, some in the stars, some in Mithras—a new importation—and some will go back to the old Gods of our Latin ancestors. But one and another all are naught.”
“How know you that?”
“By the spirit that is within me. It can discern between what is true and false. Not that which promises best is the most real.”
“You are right, Domitia—that is truest and most real which meets and satisfies the seeking, aching heart.”
“And where is that?”
“Where you have not sought for it.”
“If I were sure I would seek. But I am weary of disillusionings and disappointments.”
“Well—will you hear?”
“I am not sure. I have met with too many disappointments to desire another.”
Nothing further was said on this topic till the villa was reached. Domitia showed that she did not desire to have it pursued.