When I returned with her drink, I noticed that Penelope shivered beneath our blanket of fine lamb's wool."I don't know what's wrong with me," she said in a quavering voice."Lately my body aches and I have pains in my hands and knees."
"Perhaps it's the weather," I lied."Sometimes the sea air produces pains in the joints.Mortals often say that they experience such pains when it becomes cold and damp. I feel it too at times, and tonight it seemed rather chilly and damp."
Sitting beside her, I brought the cup of wine to her lips."Now, darling, drink this and you will feel better in the morning."Again I lied, but at this point I had no other choice.I refused to alarm her if these pains and age lines disappeared with the additional elixir.Only time would tell, and though I had all the time in
