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"Hermon!" shouted his friend Soteles in joyful surprise in the midst of this painful walk. "Hermon!" resounded here, there, and everywhere as, leaning on his friend's arm, he stepped upon the stage, and the acclamations grew louder and louder as Soteles fulfilled the sculptor's request and led him to the front of the platform.
How the exchange had occurred he could not now understand, but to disbelieve that it had taken place would have been madness or self-deception. Now he also understood the doubts of Soteles and the King. Not he Myrtilus, and he alone, was the creator of the much-lauded Demeter! This conviction raised a hundred-pound weight from his soul. What was applause! What was recognition!
His cautious expression of regret must refer to the head of his Demeter. Yet surely it was not his fault that Daphne's features bore the impress of that gentle, winning kindness which he himself and Soteles, imitating him, had often condemned as weak and characterless.
Darkness surrounded him, yet a bright dazzling light issued from his soul and illuminated his whole being with the warm golden radiance of the sun. Not even the faintest shadow dimmed it until Soteles, his fellow-student at Rhodes, who sustained him with ardent earnestness in the struggle to prefer truth to beauty, greeted him.
"Hermon!" shouted his friend Soteles in joyful surprise in the midst of this painful walk. "Hermon!" resounded here, there, and everywhere as, leaning on his friend's arm, he stepped upon the stage, and the acclamations grew louder and louder as Soteles fulfilled the sculptor's request and led him to the front of the platform.
How the exchange had occurred he could not now understand, but to disbelieve that it had taken place would have been madness or self-deception. Now he also understood the doubts of Soteles and the King. Not he Myrtilus, and he alone, was the creator of the much-lauded Demeter! This conviction raised a hundred-pound weight from his soul. What was applause! What was recognition!
The sculptor Soteles, who had followed his footsteps since the apprenticeship in Rhodes, was intrusted with the erection of the monument to Myrtilus in Tennis, and another highly gifted young sculptor, who pursued his former course, with the execution of the one to his mother.
How the exchange had occurred he could not now understand, but to disbelieve that it had taken place would have been madness or self- deception. Now he also understood the doubts of Soteles and the King. Not he Myrtilus, and he alone, was the creator of the much-lauded Demeter! This conviction raised a hundred-pound weight from his soul. What was applause! What was recognition!
But before the famous sculptor Chares, the great and venerable artist Nicias, and several younger friends of Hermon quelled this unpleasant disturbance of the beautiful festival, the blind man, leaning on the arm of his fellow-artist Soteles, had left the palaestra.
Darkness surrounded him, yet a bright dazzling light issued from his soul and illuminated his whole being with the warm golden radiance of the sun. Not even the faintest shadow dimmed it until Soteles, his fellow-student at Rhodes, who sustained him with ardent earnestness in the struggle to prefer truth to beauty, greeted him.
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