voice accompanying them, would sound nearly as sweet as a work by Romanos Melodos,â agreed Thorikos.
âI suspect the lover on the other side of the river could use a rest as well,â the charioteer commented with a grin.
Thorikos chuckled, despite previous complaints about the damage the jolting of the cart might be doing to his aging bones, not to mention that the glare of the sun hurt his eyes and was giving him a headache.
It was nearly sunset by the time the cart drew near to their destination. The first sign of approaching civilization was a weathered man with straw-like hair sitting on a crude wooden sled. A donkey tethered to a nearby palm tree chewed contentedly at a tuft of brown weeds.
âGreetings, good pilgrims!â the man called out. âPlease help an unfortunate who was lamed falling from a scaffold while helping to repair a holy place.â
Thorikos tossed a coin over the side of the cart. âClever fellow,â he said. âIâll wager heâs stationed himself out here to relieve pilgrimsâ purses before the beggars in Mehenopolis get the chance.â
Beyond the tree shading donkey and beggar, the desert sloped into a shallow bowl filled with greenery. A thick growth of palms formed a dark, dusty sea which lapped at the base of the outcropping. Silver threads marked drainage ditches criss-crossing the area. Mud brick huts could be glimpsed here and there as the travelers rode further toward Mehenopolis, and before long a high wall came into view.
âThatâs Meliosâ estate, where my buzzing friends and I stay every year,â Apollo said. âThe pilgrims stay in the tent camp at the foot of the Rock of the Snake. The rock is where the maze is situated.â
Declining help on the grounds his bees did not care for unfamiliar people to handle their homes, he and the cart driver began unloading the hives, piling them by the estate gate.
Peter leaned over the side of the cart. âThe maze?â he asked with interest.
âThatâs something else pilgrims come to see as well as the oracle I was telling you about,â Apollo replied, wiping his brow.
Thorikos broke in. âThatâs why Iâve traveled so far myself, Peter. I heard fascinating stories about this maze, and the oracle sounds most curious and well worth a visit too.â
The fast sinking sun, although wrapping Mehenopolis in a purplish twilight, still imparted a golden-red tint to the upper part of the outcropping and the low, crumbling wall that encircled its flat top. A semi-ruined building with a high, dark doorway facing east was just visible through a wide gap in the wall.
âThatâs the building you enter to get into the maze,â Apollo informed his fellow travelers.
A maze, John thought. How appropriate. He had begun to feel he was already deep inside a labyrinth, without a torch to light his way out.
However, now that he had at last reached his destination, he could at least get to work.
Chapter Sixteen
âPlease sit down, Batzas.â
Anatolius remained standing in front of the window of Johnâs study. His visitor, a younger man with the broad, unmarked face of an overgrown boy, placed himself on the nearest stool. âDid you bring the documents I requested?â
Batzasâ hands tightened on his bundle of papers. âYes, sir, butââ
âI hear youâre doing well with your temporary new responsibilities. Justinian has not yet named my successor?â
âThe emperor is hoping you will reconsider and return.â
âI donât think I shall. Iâll put in a good word for you. The work youâve done for me has always been excellent.â
âThank you, sir.â
âNow to business. You composed the letter of introduction given to the Lord Chamberlain, I believe?â
Batzas confirmed this had been the case. Like every first-time visitor to Johnâs study, Batzas kept glancing
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