Dryas

Definition and stakes

Caroline Dale Snedeker,  The Perilous Seat (1923)

“ Your hand is cold as ice.”
“Of course it is, foolish boy, do you suppose other men are made of wood and only you feel what must be hid?”
“Oh, Eëtíon, forgive—forgive me,” pleaded the emotional Dryas.
“This inaction now, this waiting,” said Eëtíon soberly, “is the hardest part of the battle. I have not been in battles myself, but old soldiers tell me so. Think, Dryas, you have father, mother, sister to protect. I have no one I can call my own—and no city.”
“Father would give you Theria,” whispered Dryas, “if he could get her free. And oh, Eëtíon, I know he feels that Delphi is your city.
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Source: Gutenberg

Caroline Dale Snedeker,  The Perilous Seat (1923)

“ Nikander was now thoroughly angry.
“Theria,” he said, “greet your brother at once or go to your room. Your whims are unbearable.”
“Theria,” began Dryas again. But at his urging voice her anger took flame.
“I won’t praise you!” she cried wildly. “You know the song is mine, mine. I made it myself.”
“Great gods!” laughed Lycophron. “Here’s a pother for you!”
“No pother at all,” spoke Dryas quickly. “Who’ll believe her?”
“Nobody, nobody, my son,” sounded Nikander’s deep voice. “Now, Theria, go! I shall punish you myself for this!”
Here Melantho lifted horrified hands. “What jealousy, Theria!
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Source: Gutenberg

Caroline Dale Snedeker,  The Perilous Seat (1923)

“ Nikander swiftly took the lyre from Dryas’s slave and gave it into Theria’s hand. The girl received it with an almost hungry eagerness as though the song within her burned for expression. Every vestige of anger died from her. ”
Source: Gutenberg

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