Dressed in a white embroidered tunic like any Athenian, his arms and legs bare and bronzed, Bladud looked so handsome that Diomede teased him over the number of young girls who turned their heads to gaze at him. But suddenly their eyes were drawn to a group of latecomers who had become the focus of all attention. People bowed and drew back to let them pass. Officials guided them to the best seats in the theatre.
Bladud was about to ask who they were, noting the silverhaired elegance of the older couple, but then he saw the young girl moving sedately behind them. It was she! Imogene! Beside her, holding her arm, walked a tall young man with black curly hair and the physique of a god!
Diomede noticed his friend’s expression. ‘So that is her?’ He gave a low whistle. ‘You might as well aspir
