He suddenly ceased speaking, fearing lest he had said too much. Perhaps Rhanto reproved him with a nudge. Then he added, in a supplicating tone:
"You are good, Athenian. Rhanto and I have looked upon you as an elder brother since that day we met you on the Road of the Serpent. Do not say anything to my father, nor to Sónnica. Let us be happy in this life of ours, which is worthy of the gods."
Actæon envied the felicity of these care-free youths, who loved each other frankly, living beneath the trees, strong and beautiful as wild creatures who had no thoughts beyond their companionship.
"Saguntum is about to be attacked. War is at our gates. Did you not know it?"
"We have not heard of it," said Erotion, with a scornful gesture. "I am interested in nothing but Rhanto."
"Are you not interested in the fate of your city?"
"I am more interested in the kisses of my shepherdess. As long as there be love, sunshine, and fruits, what does the rest of the world matter to me?"
"Have you no thought for your country, you truant?"
"Just now I have no thought for anything but these cherries, and for these red lips which are as fresh as they."
They parted, and Actæon long held the memory of the meeting. The light-heartedness of the loving couple filled him with envy.