“Why
do you keep going on about...” Fiona begins, but is quickly
silenced by the Author's finger at her lips.
“Now
let us turn our attention to the gentleman on the right,” he
continues, “Is the prosaically named Lypaxus of the Golden Gate.
Lypaxus has lived a life of great adventure, a life blessed by the
Gods.”
“There you go again,”
she replies with a frustration she can almost taste, “Mentioning
the Gods...”
“Why wouldn't I?”
the Author asks curiously, “When it's the Gods who granted Lypaxus
his great good fortune?”
Fiona frowns, about to
speak, when the Author continues.
“Lypaxus was a
travelling merchant,” he says, “Not a native of the city at all.
He had the misfortune to be visiting when the Greeks arrived, and so
got stuck in Troy for nine years.”
Fiona's even more
confused now. “But I thought you said these Gods had blessed him.”
