The god's fingers trailed beneath Hyacinthe's chin, gently urging him to lift his head. "Nay, belovèd," he entreated quietly, "be not disquiet. Look upon me with joy, as I would have thee do."

Another tender touch and Apollo lowered his hand. "You owe me nothing. 'tis my duty and my right as caretaker of the Light and Patron of the Sun."