“Yes, that is a difficult man and no mistake!” thought Talthyvios, not without admiration. And he fixed his eyes again on the Cypriot King.
Cinyras gazed absent-mindedly at the large mural opposite.
A red-black bull sniffing at a lily. He appeared tranquil but Talthyvios felt that he was all a vibrating chord; he could almost hear the rapid bubbling of his thoughts.
Cinyras turned and regarded him with his cold, piercing eyes. A friendly smile played over his whole face, which made the blood of Agamemnon’s envoy run cold. Something in that smile, something in that face, something in that cordial, fraternal gesture of the embrace, something in that voice which began to state that Talthyvios should not worry at all, because Cyprus would honor the agreement which bound its Leader, put Talt
