Transcription: I am sure we have never met, said Theseus. I generally remember the kings. As they talked, he grew aware that the king was not the only one scrutinizing his face. A woman standing nearby stared hard at him. Next to her, whispering in her ear, was a beautiful woman with a dove on her shoulder. Theseus met the eyes of the woman staring at him. She blushed and turned away. He looked again at the king. But I am sure you meet so many people in a day must all begin to look alike after a while.
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