“He lies to himself. If Eugenides talked in his sleep, he'd lie then, too.”

“I sometimes believe his lies are the truth, but I have never mistaken his truth for a lie.”

“I knew I would be in the story somewhere," Eugenides interjected."Oh no," said Phresine, "This was a humble servant.""Ouch.""Though very courageous.""Not me," whispered Eugenides to his pillow.”

“Were you lying?""I never lie," he said piously. "About what?""The sand, the snake."For a young man who never lied, he seemed surprisingly unoffended by the question.”

“It isn't deep," the Eddisian Ambassador said from the other side of the bed. He was leaning over the wound, looking critical and mildly disappointed. Eugenides didn't miss a beat."It is...too...deep!" he insisted, outraged.”

“Upset at the sight of blood?" he said. "Not my wife, Ornon.""Your blood, " the ambassador pointed out. Eugenides glanced at the hook in his arm and conceded the point. "Yes," he said.”

“Perhaps you can bring out better in them?"Eugenides shook his head. "I pulled the carpet out from under them very thoroughly. They will not cross me, but they won't love me, either. I am not Eddis. People do not hand me their hearts."Sounis wondered. He would have given Eugenides his heart on a toothpick, if asked. He remembered Ion's obvious wince at being rated somewhat less significant to Gen than his boots.”