Mark of the Cyclops by Saviour Pirotta

Author:Saviour Pirotta
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Gold Dust, and a Sinister Face

When Master Ariston finally emerged from his room, I had to try very hard not to laugh. His hair and beard were the colour of a sunflower. Surely Thrax would get into trouble for not mixing the dye right?

But it seemed Master Ariston liked his new coiffure. He admired his reflection in a hand mirror. ‘It makes me look years younger,’ he sighed. ‘I feel... rejuvenated. I am going to perform like Orpheus himself tonight.’

He did indeed perform very well at the symposium. The best I’d ever seen him, if I’m honest. He composed so many songs on the spot, I had difficulty keeping up with him. Not that I was concentrating very hard. My mind kept going back to the pot of glue that I’d hidden behind the amphorae in our room.

‘Will you please tell me what we’re going to use it for?’ I begged Thrax when we’d been dismissed for the night.

‘Be patient,’ he whispered, indicating the door where we’d suspected someone was eavesdropping on us four nights before. ‘I’ll tell you later. And you’re going to need a glue brush. Have you got one?’

‘Yes I have, although I don’t carry it around with me. I use it to paste sheets of papyrus together to make scrolls.’

I fetched the brush and we lay on our beds, waiting in silence until the only sound we could hear was an owl hooting in the yard. Then we thrust our feet into sandals and tiptoed out of the room. I took the glue with me, and the brush.

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