CHAPTER XVI: VENUS AND PALLAS.
As Hypatia was passing across to her lecture-room that afternoon, she was stopped midway by a procession of some twenty Goths and damsels, headed by Pelagia herself, in all her glory of jewels, shawls, and snow-white mule; while by her side rode the Amal, his long legs, like those of Gang-Rolf the Norseman, all but touching the ground, as he crushed down with his weight a delicate little barb, the best substitute to be found in Alexandria for the huge black chargers of his native land.
On they came, followed by a wondering and admiring mob, straight to the door of the Museum, and stopping began to dismount, while their slaves took charge of the mules and horses.
There was no escape for Hypatia; pride forbade her to follow her own maidenly instinct, and to recoil among the crowd behind her; and in another moment the Amal had lifted Pelagia from her mule, and the rival beauties of Alexandria stood, for the first time in their lives, face to face.
'May Athene befriend you this day, Hypatia!' said Pelagia with her sweetest smile.

'I have brought my guards to hear somewhat of your wisdom this afternoon.

I am anxious to know whether you can teach Ahem anything more worth listening to than the foolish little songs which Aphrodite taught me, when she raised me from the sea-foam, as she rose herself, and named me Pelagia.' Hypatia drew herself up to her stateliest height, and returned no answer.
'I think my bodyguard will well hear comparison with yours.

At least they are the princes and descendants of deities.

So it is but fitting that they should enter before your provincials.