They ate in comfortable silence for at time, and then settled into conversation about Corinthos’ lands and neighbours.
Polyidus too was a part of the conversation, and it became clear to Bellerophon that the seer was quite protective of Philonoe, that he cared for her welfare even above that of the king’s.
King Iobates did not appear that evening.
That night, Bellerophon dreamed of home, of the empty corridors and pitying looks that had haunted his childhood like a recurring dream that left one bereft of joy in the morning.
When he awoke, the sun was already high in the blue canopy of the world. His thoughts lingered sadly on the father he had lost too soon, and the mother who had remained behind, removed, uncaring, and as cold as winter wind down out of the mountains of Arcadia.
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