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. ”
