The charioteer stands in an engaging pose. His rugged hands grasp leather reins. A sword and shield rest against his naked thigh. Bronze armor protects his hirsute torso as he waits for his companion in the museum gallery.

His object of desire enters and moves to the aged warrior's side. A sense of security and contentment floods this man of fewer years, as if a gift from one generation to another. His eyes remain on the soldier and do not stray beyond the commanding presence of authority.

"I have known you intimately," he says, as if the marble figure could hear and respond. "Was it at the Battle of Chaeronea where we were parted by death and entombed beneath the Lion Monument?" he continues, as he faces the Theban commander of a citizen-army.

In response, the charioteer remains vigilant as if bloodshed was truly about to take place.

The young companion, however, reads something else into the determination of the militant. An infatuation with antiquity has, perhaps, destroyed his sense of reality, but this is of no concern to him, as he knows that in time his lover - his love - will reveal a moment of truth.

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