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door shut, and heard the bolt drop into place.
    Taking my time, I retrieved the tools I had dropped and eventually managed to open the door in the third chamber. Fresh air blew against my face. I ventured a few paces outside and found myself in a rocky defile overgrown by thickets. Clearly, this was a secret rear entrance to the cave.
    I stepped back inside the cave and locked the small door behind me. I returned to the large chamber and tried to find a comfortable spot. I had no worries that I would fall asleep; I kept imagining that the stag’s-head mask was staring at me. Also, from time to time I imagined I heard someone else in the cave, breathing softly and making slight noises. I remembered another of my father’s lessons— His own imagination is a man’s most fearsome enemy —and assured myself that I was completely alone.
    *   *   *
    Eventually I must have dozed off, for suddenly I awoke to the muffled sound of women lamenting, and the discordant music of rattles and tambourines from beyond the iron door.
    A ceremony was taking place outside the cave. The words were too indistinct for me to make them out, but I recognized the stern voice of Theotimus, the head Megabyzus.
    At length, I heard the iron door open, and then slam shut.
    The music outside ceased. The crowd grew silent.
    The sound of a girl sobbing echoed through the cave. The sobbing eventually quieted, then drew nearer, then ended in a gasp as Anthea, dressed in a simple white tunic, stepped into the large chamber and perceived me standing there.
    In the dim light, she failed to recognize me, and started back in fear.
    “Anthea!” I whispered. “You know me. We met yesterday in your father’s house. I’m Gordianus—the Roman traveling with Antipater.”
    Her panic was replaced by confusion. “What are you doing here? How did you come to be here?”
    “Never mind that,” I said. “The question is: how can we get those pipes to play?” I gestured to the Pan pipes dangling above our heads.
    “They really exist,” muttered Anthea. “When the hierodules explained the test to me, I didn’t know what to think—pipes that would play a tune by themselves if I were truly a virgin. But there they are! And I am a virgin—that’s a fact, as the goddess herself surely knows. These pipes will play, then. They must!”
    Together we gazed up at the pipes. No divine wind blew through the cave—there was no wind of any sort. The pipes hung motionless, and produced no music.
    “Perhaps you’re the problem,” said Anthea, staring at me accusingly.
    “What do you mean?”
    “They say the pipes refuse to play in the presence of one who is not a virgin.”
    “So?”
    “Are you a virgin, Gordianus of Rome?”
    My face grew hot. “I’m not even sure the term ‘virgin’ can be applied to a male,” I said evasively.
    “Nonsense! Are you sexually pure, or not? Have you known a woman?”
    “That’s beside the point,” I said. “I’m here to save you, if I can.”
    “And how will you do that, Roman?”
    “By playing those pipes.”
    “Do you even know how to play them?”
    “Well…”
    “And how on earth do you propose to reach them?”
    “Perhaps you could play them, Anthea. If you were to stand on my shoulders—”
    “I’m a dancer. I have no skill at music—and even if I did, standing on your shoulders wouldn’t raise me high enough to reach those pipes.”
    “We could try.”
    We did. Anthea had a fine sense of balance, not surprising in a dancer, and stood steadily on my shoulders.
    “Try to grab the pipes and pull them free,” I said, grunting under her weight. She was heavier than she looked.
    She groaned with frustration. “Impossible! I can’t reach them. Even if I could, the chain holding them looks very strong.”
    From out of the dim shadows came a voice: “Perhaps I could reach them.”
    Recognizing the voice, Anthea cried out with joy and jumped from my shoulders. Amestris stepped from the shadows to embrace