Chapter 3: The Teacher“Some say that the prettiest thing in the world
“Is cavalry,
“Others say it is infantry,
“Others say it is ships.
“But I say that it’s…well, class, what is it?” Sappho gave her students a welcoming smile. “Take a minute to think, and then let’s see if we can find the answer together.”
A dozen teenaged students sat around her in a circle. Some of them scribbled their answers on their wax tablets, some of them fidgeted with their lyres in search for inspiration. One of them leaned against the walls of the atrium, staring out of the open window in a dreamy daze.
Sappho waited for a few more moments before she called on them. “Does anyone want to volunteer?”
A few students raised their hands in excitement, and others raised them nervously. She selected the first on
