““Madam,” he said, in an unfamiliar but musical Greek accent, “forgive me! My eyes being dimmed alike with exhaustion and salt water, I cannot trust them to inform me whether you are a goddess or a mortal. If a goddess, you can only be Artemis the Huntress: your body is so slim, so strong, so regal. But if a mortal, how I envy the parents of such a paragon! From my thicket I watched you dancing, and each movement, each gesture, was perfection—you outshone your companions as the moon outshines th...e stars. Yet infinitely more enviable than your parents will be the man who succeeds in persuading them, with lavish gifts, to accept him as a son-in-law! The mere thought of such good fortune deepens the misery of my present plight. Look: I am poorer than an infant of one day old; he, at least, has a cradle of his own and a warm swaddling band upon which loving kinswomen have embroidered his clan mark. I have not even a loincloth to hide my nakedness; the greedy sea has stripped me of everything but courage and these two strong hands.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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