Re: The Hippodrome
On hearing his Grandmaster's response about the dwarf and mention of the quantity of books owned by the Order of St. John Vissarionas becomes lost in thought, and with a bow and muttered excuses wanders off to see more of the stadium, and to consider the fact that he is rooting for a midget to win a chariot race.
During his meandering he witnesses with uncomplicated delight some of the tricks performed by Efstratios Monomachos, and catches bits of the various sayings of the other nobles. There is a childish quality in his gaze, and a touch of desperation in the way he struggles to uphold a noble bearing. After having walked most of the length of the stadium Vissarionas has begun to sweat, and unthinkingly he removes his cap to wipe his face, briefly revealing a wide and hideously unpleasant scar which covers the crown of his head, where no hair grows.
Realizing after a moment what he's done, perhaps from the gasp of a nearby child, Vissarionas furtively tugs the cap back onto his head and appears to tuck into himself, drawing in his shoulders and neck. Glancing around to see if any of the older men noticed he walks quickly to an exit and uncerimoniously departs.
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