Cassandra had no idea what he meant about the 'big dark eyes routine,' but she suddenly felt a bit self conscious and found herself averting her eyes from him. Was there something wrong with having big, dark eyes? Certainly, she had never been told such. On the contrary, Othryoneus used to say that her eyes were her most attractive feature. She would have to find a way to learn more about that one.

But another time.

For now, Cassandra could relish one of her favorite comments. "Oh, I had fifty brothers," she said nonchalantly. In the past, she had gotten a variety of reactions to that one, along a continuum as entertaining as the reactions she got when she said that yes, she was that Cassandra. "And eleven sisters," she continued. "I suppose I miss my youngest sister, Polyxena, the most. She was sixteen."