"[b]That...and one other time also.[/b]" [i]He, too, stood a moment, reminiscing about Arturia. He left the street then, walking to a nearby table on the patio of a restaurant. It was under an awning, so the face of the King finally came into view, though everyone had now left the streets. As expected, it was beautiful and elegant, regal and authoritative. The red eyes, likened to rubies, held steadfast on the red-headed Macedonian king, even as he sat, gesturing with the cup hand for him to take a seat.[/i]