Hetaera--Suspense In Ancient Athens - Plot & Excerpts
She had thought Lycurgus cared for her, thought he might even believe she was Agathon’s daughter. But today he’d treated her as less than a household slave. He’d treated her like a prostitute. She’d been lying in her room for hours, hoping for an apology, but none had come. Remembering what had happened made her queasy. Wondering if she might be getting ill, she turned away from Aphrodite and stared at the wall. Red as blood. Her eyes followed a crack in the plaster. She had thought this was a reputable household, but now she understood that Lycurgus participated in the basest practices. He saw himself as an aristocrat, which apparently entitled him to be exempt from common decency. It was one thing to engage a hetaera, quite another to host orgies. Small wonder that he and Agathon had quarreled. Lycurgus was the antithesis of everything Agathon had esteemed. She heard footsteps outside the door. “Who’s there?” she called. The door swung open, revealing Zosime, her clothing disheveled, the red ochre on her lips smeared.
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