Her hair is matted, her face is dirty, her eyes are wet with tears, and still something about her calls to him.
The worshippers at his temple chatter about Ariadne, traitor to Crete, utterly undone by shame and grief; he had sought her out only to satisfy his own curiosity, to see for himself how such a woman might be, but now--now things are very different.
He takes a steadying gulp from his winecup and holds out the rest to her, to take if she so chooses: "Drink deep, my girl." (dorky not-quite reference to Alexander Pope's "An Essay on Criticism", taken wildly out of context: A little learning is a dang'rous thing;/Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:/There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,/And drinking largely sobers us again)
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Her hair is matted, her face is dirty, her eyes are wet with tears, and still something about her calls to him.
The worshippers at his temple chatter about Ariadne, traitor to Crete, utterly undone by shame and grief; he had sought her out only to satisfy his own curiosity, to see for himself how such a woman might be, but now--now things are very different.
He takes a steadying gulp from his winecup and holds out the rest to her, to take if she so chooses: "Drink deep, my girl."
(dorky not-quite reference to Alexander Pope's "An Essay on Criticism", taken wildly out of context: A little learning is a dang'rous thing;/Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:/There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,/And drinking largely sobers us again)