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Updated: June 28, 2025
Then she drew the robes of the carriage round her, laid her head on Agias's shoulder, and with a confidence in her protector that would have inspired him to go through fire and water for her sake, shook out her dark locks and fell fast asleep, despite the fact that the mules were running their fastest. Agias grasped the reins with one hand, and with the other pressed tight the sleeping girl.
Besides, a large sum of gold was found on Agias's person; his fast Numidian horse was still steaming before the door and what honest slave could travel thus, with such a quantity of money?
Then over Agias's head and into the thick press of the mob behind, something arrows no doubt flew whistling; and there were groans and cries of pain. And Agias found uncouth, bearded men helping or rather casting him over the side of the vessel.
Popinæ. "But you haven't told me, Agias," finally interrupted the poor philosopher, who had been struggling in turn to satisfy his curiosity, "how you are here, and not ugh! I hate to think of it feeding the dogs and the crows." Agias's face grew grave while he gave the story of his release by the Vestal, and subsequent transfer of ownership.
It was after sundown, and driving was permitted in the city, though nearly all the teams that blocked Agias's way, as he drove down the crowded streets to turn on to the Via Appia, were heavy wagons loaded with timber and builders' stone. So far, all was safe enough; but Agias knew perfectly well that Pratinas was an awkward man to have for an enemy.
Agias's eye caught a very peculiar bend in the hollow in the neck-yoke. He had seen that carriage before, on the fashionable boulevards along the Tiber, in the Campus Martius the carriage of Lucius Ahenobarbus. Phaon was waiting in the tavern! Equarius. "Care for my horse at once," remarked Agias, a little abruptly. "Time presses."
But at last she had reached her destination, and, pale and weary, placed the letter in Agias's hands. The young Greek read and grew grave. Even better than Fabia he understood how reckless a profligate Publius Gabinius might be, and how opportune was the night for carrying out any deed of darkness. Wine-mixing bowl. "Brave girl!" he said, commending Erigone for persevering on her errand.
Cleomenes himself was not ashamed to spend a large part of the day inspecting his factories, and did not hesitate to declare that during a period when he and his family had been in great distress, following the failure of the banking house of Agias's father, he had toiled with his own hands to win bread for his daughters. The official title of Alexandrian Greek citizens.
To Agias this great event brought a considerable gain in peace of mind, and some little loss. Valeria had taken with her her two maids, Agias's good friends, and also Iasus. Pisander ignominiously had been left behind.
"Erigone," she said, putting the tablets in the girl's hand, "I am about to ask of you a very brave thing. Do you dare to take this letter through the city?" and she told her how to find Agias's lodgings. "Come back in the morning if you dread a double journey. But do not tell Fonteia; she would be angry if she knew I sent you, though there is nothing but what is right in the letter."
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