“Ixion,” Pirithous said.
“Ixion,” Theseus said. And then, in explanation, added, “We just met today.”
“My name is Daphnis,” the youth said. “These woods are my home.”
“You are…forgive me, but you are not mortal,” Theseus said.
Daphnis smiled. “What gave me away?”
“You revived Pirithous with nothing but your words. I recognize a spell when I see one. And also…well, your ears.”
“Ah.” Daphnis laughed, and the warm sound filled Theseus’s heart with comfort.
“But you are not a god,” Theseus said. “Not that you are anything less than spectacular to behold, but as it happens, Pirithous and I made the acquaintance of a god not four or five hours hence, and there was…I’m not sure how to put it. Sort of a feeling, being in his presence.”
Pirithous simply nodded in agreement. In the day they’
