"True, and there is much to be said for concordance between men. But let us think of Cyparissus," he counters, relating the tale of Cyparissus and Apollo, which reference I had made when speaking of trees. "Perhaps Apollo and Hermes came to pleasurable accord because Hermes had proved himself a worthy opponent."

I make myself step back and regard the situation. It would well be that Allectus is just enjoying the cut and thrust of our words. But he might be frustrated too in his paramour's fondness for youths. I have no true wish to step into their quarrel, but I have been courting the Ilicii. I have seen Allectus as my rival, but were I to reconcile them, I might gain some advantage.

Sulpicius might have something else in mind, though. I do miss the Levant, with its dark and dusky people, proud in their own way. But Rome has its charms.

"Which is all to say, that there are many ways that men find satisfaction in their dealings with other men, do you not think?"

I chuckle at his conclusion. "Our words have ploughed a crooked furrow indeed," I say. "And it seems you have brought us from the specific to the very general." I cock my head at him. "But I can take your meaning, given the context."

This will be interesting. "I would be pleased to speak with you again tonight, perhaps more closely." I smile openly, in friendship. "Though I will understand if you would rather keep the close company of old friends and hyacinths." On the other hand, divided is conquered.