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We left the compound of the Theban Pythagoreans without going to the reception room to arrange lodging. Antinoē was in the lead. Outside, Philodemus was still guarding her musical apparatus. Antinoē said: ‘Come with us, Philodemus!’ He looked at me, and I nodded. But he said: ‘What of your instruments?’
She said, looking at them with a certain warmth: ‘Yes, what of them? I made them with some love and effort. But if I lose them, I can easily start again, and perhaps make some improvements.’ She looked round, since we heard running feet. It was a young woman, with strikingly fair hair and a cheerful face, who had come out of the residence.
‘Mistress,’ she said to Antinoē, ‘I do not know whether in these bad times you may have to leave us, even if you have only just arrived. But I hope that you will join our community. If not, I shall look after your equipment, and keep it safe.’ Antinoē gave a radiant smile. ‘And your name?’
The young woman blushed a little. ‘I am Phœbē. I come from Megara. I joined this community when I was fourteen, nearly four years ago...’ ‘And are you interested in the relation between music and illogical numbers?’ asked Antinoē.
‘Oh yes,’ said Phœbē. ‘In fact, I was the one who first proposed your visit, when I heard of your work.’ She lowered her head, blushing. ‘I hope I did not do wrong.’
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