Gems
and fugitives are part of my regular line of trade, with efficient help
from Alopex."
Actually Agathemer was gone about two hours and came back with a portly
bag of gold pieces. He found us in the _triclinium_, Nebris lying on the
sofa with me, and playing a dismal tune on her flageolet, Doris on the
other sofa laughing at us. He lay down by Doris, spilled the gold on the
inlaid dining table, divided it into four equal portions, pouched one,
made me pouch another, and piled one in Doris's lap, while I similarly
piled the other in Nebris's lap.
"Share and share alike," said Agathemer, "and you are welcome to whatever
part of his rake-off Alopex turns over to you."
"Asper," said Doris, "you are a dear. Play us a decent tune. Nebris's
music makes me doleful."
We spent the day eating, drinking, chatting, napping and listening to
Agathemer's very lively music.
For dinner we had another Marseilles fish-stew, entirely different from
the former, and entirely different from anything I had ever eaten
elsewhere.
Next morning Doris had us all up, bathed as well as we could in her tiny
bath, fed and ready to set out long before the first streak of dawn
appeared in the east. Agathemer, on his gem-selling expedition, had bought
all we needed to line our wallets except food, and that Doris supplied in
abundance and variety and of a sort calculated to be palatable two or
three days out at sea.
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