She struggled to be free. He held her firmly, his strength undiminished even though his years numbered well more than fifty. She could feel his breath, hot against her skin even as the rain poured down upon them. Listen, Timarete, there is really nothing to fear. These men are different.
All men are the same.
I've taught you much since you came from the mountains. Ciron always began his lessons with a question, but this was no time for riddles. But they frighten me. I've had dreams. Awful nightmares even before word came about their journey here.