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In the unctorium only Eunice remained. She listened for a short
time to the voices and laughter which retreated in the direction of
the laconicum. At last she took the stool inlaid with amber and
ivory, on which Petronius had been sitting a short time before, and
put it carefully at his statue. The unctorium was full of sunlight
and the hues which came from the manycolored marbles with
which the wall was faced. Eunice stood on the stool, and, finding
herself at the level of the statue, cast her arms suddenly around its
neck; then, throwing back her golden hair, and pressing her rosy
body to the white marble, she pressed her lips with ecstasy to the
cold lips of Petronius.
-Quo Vadis by Henryk Sienkiewicz
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All Posts (8) Messages posted by Aithra
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Aithra's 1 Group
The Tenth Muse
Position: Author
Level 3
Devoted to the sharing of poetry of all periods; encouraging citizen-poets to post their own verses.
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Complete List of Aithra's 1 Groups
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