Fiona nods to
acknowledge this information. “Why are you telling me this?” she
asks, a little perplexed.
“Bare with me,” the
Author replies with a wink, “All will become clear.”
He pauses for a moment,
so Fiona nods again to fill the silence. “Okay,” she says, “Go
on.”
“Poor Eurymedes,”
the Author continues, “I'm afraid he made some unfortunate choices
during his career, which has left him ill prepared for his dotage.
Now he's forced to eek out whatever kind of life he can, seizing at
scraps which he can offer in trade.”
“Unfortunate
choices?” Fiona asks, “What kind of choices?”
“Oh, you know,” the
Author tells her, “Ignoring the will of the Gods for a start.”
