The other day in the marketplace, who should I come across but Zaleucus the incense-merchant. The recently retired incense-merchant, that is. Come across? It would be more accurate to say stumbled across. Not having seen one another, we were both browsing in that bookstall in the south-western corner of the marketplace. He was on his knees digging something out of the bottom shelf when I stepped back without looking. And before I knew it, found myself falling across his back. “Zaleucus! My apologies!” I said, as we disentangled ourselves and recognised one another. “What’s new at the Archives?” The Dye-Works…