But Iras must have had a different opinion; she had seen Dion, and now called him to her side.

There were hoarse tones in her voice, usually so clear and musical, which betrayed the emotion raging in her breast as she assailed the young Macedonian noble with a flood of questions.

Without giving him the usual greeting, she hastily desired to know what was exciting the people, who had brought the tidings of victory, and whither the multitude was flocking?
Dion had found it difficult not to be forced from the litter while answering.

Iris perceived this, and as they were just passing the Maeander, the labyrinth, which was closed after sunset, she ordered her bearers to carry the litter to the entrance, made herself known to the watchman, ordered the outer court to be opened, the litter to be placed there, and the bearers and runners to wait outside for her summons, which would soon be given.
This unusual haste and excitement filled Dion with just solicitude.

She refused his invitation to alight and walk up and down, declaring that life offered so many labyrinths that one need not seek them.