Nothing. I asked myself a hundred times what I should do. What could I do? I paced about the room, imploring the gods for a sign. Then suddenly it occurred to me. I am married to the wisest man in the world. I will ask Socrates, and he will tell me what I am to do. I will do what my husband tells me to do. This will surely please the gods and Socrates. This resolution brought great relief. I lay down on the bed and offered myself up to sleep. My dreams carried me out of Socrates’ room, away from Xanthippe’s house, back to my own bed where I slept soundly. When I awoke, the lamp on the table at the foot of Socrates’ bed shone brightly upon a plate of ripe olives, goat cheese and barley bread. Beside the food were two jars, one of water and one of wine. I poured myself a cup of water. I am not welcome at Xanthippe’s table. Am I to eat alone from now on? I studied the food before me. It certainly looked delicious. Probably the finest in the house. Who brought me this beautiful meal?
