Glaber: Why?
Ilithyia: Because you are not worthy of an heir. You are not worthy of me.
Glaber: Have we drifted so far? From the love we once held?
Ilithyia: It’s a speck upon distant shore. Too small to draw notice.
Glaber: I will hold my child in my arms. And you will play part of dutiful mother and wife.
Ilithyia: I will not.
Glaber: You will do as your husband commands!
Ilithyia: Then I pray Varinius gives them with softer voice!
Glaber: Varinius?
Ilithyia: My father dissolves our marriage in favor of more promising opportunity. I return with him to Rome at the close of the games.
Glaber: You conspire against me?
Ilithyia: We do what we must in face of growing disappointment.
Glaber: I’ll have words with your father-
Ilithyia: To what end? He allowed you my hand only because I begged with teary eye, wet with thoughts of love. They now stand dry. A desert deprived of rain.
Glaber: Is there nothing left between us?
Ilithyia: Memories, only. Yet, they too shall fade.