arms, palms downward, towards the golden thread of the new moon.
“I don’t know why I am warning you,” I admitted. “I don’t even know who I am. I only know that the moment of departure has arrived for you as well as for me.”
“Then let us go!” He laughed, tucked his hand in my arm and led me to Dionysius.
Bewildered by the suddenness of it, I asked, “Don’t you want to bid farewell to anyone, or to collect your clothes and possessions?”
“If I leave, I shall leave as I am,” he declared, “otherwise my departure will have little meaning. It would be helpful, of course, if I had my medicine case, but I fear that my departure would be prevented even though I have not yet given my oath.”
Dionysius warned him against returning. “But if you come with me voluntarily, I shall reward you suitably.”
“Voluntarily or by compulsion—they are but words,” Mikon said cheerfully. “Only that will happen to me which must happen and which I cannot prevent.”
We led him between us to the galley. Dionysius had the conch blown to summon the men, and our three vessels rowed out into a sea that had turned a calm amethyst. The moon of the merciless virgin goddess shone thinly in the sky as we left the harbor of Cos.
5.
We rowed far out into the open sea until not even a shadow of land was visible. The rowers began to pant and some of them threw up the good food that they had eaten at Cos. They cursed Dionysius and raged that there was no sense to such rowing, since the first principles of seamanship demanded that one keep in sight of land and know where one was going.
Dionysius listened laughingly to their enraged complaints and lashed at the most garrulous with his rope, not so much in anger as in benevolence. They called him ugly names but none of them stopped rowing until he ordered the galleys to be brought together and fastened for the night.
“Not that I pity you,” he said, “but the intoxication of battle has probably faded, leaving your brains even more wretched than your bodies. So gather around me, for I have much to tell you.”
As Dionysius spoke, he did not remind the men of their bravery at Lade. Instead he compared them to the poor peasant who has come to the city to buy a donkey but has spent his money on wine, become involved in a fight, and awakened the following morning in a strange house, his robe torn and bloody and his shoes gone. He is surrounded by riches and treasure chests and realizes that he has broken into the home of some noble. Far from pleasing him, the sight of the riches horrifies him, for he realizes that at that very moment he is being pursued and has no hope of ever returning home.
Dionysius paused and looked around. “That is the situation in which you are, my friends. But thank the immortals that you have chosen a commander who knows what he wants. I, Dionysius, son of Phocaea, will not desert you. Nor do I demand that you follow me merely because I am stronger and shrewder than any of you, and a better navigator as well. Think carefully. Is any one of you better qualified to command than I? If so, let him step forth and say so to my face.”
No one came forward to question Dionysius’ authority, so he finally revealed his plans.
“Because lonia is lost we cannot return to Phocaea. But the Persian fleet is repairing its damages and is committed to blockading Miletus. and its allies. Thus the sea is open and I shall sacrifice to Poseidon that he may give us a strong west wind tomorrow morning.”
The men cried out in dismay, but Dionysius raised his voice triumphantly. “Yes, a west wind, so that you can rest your miserable limbs. and let the wind carry us to enemy waters as far as the shores of Phoenicia. There we will find the slow-moving merchant vessels with their bellies full of the riches of East and West, for trade must continue even in wartime. A quick voyage through enemy waters and within a month, I swear, we will be rich men, richer than we ever
“I don’t know why I am warning you,” I admitted. “I don’t even know who I am. I only know that the moment of departure has arrived for you as well as for me.”
“Then let us go!” He laughed, tucked his hand in my arm and led me to Dionysius.
Bewildered by the suddenness of it, I asked, “Don’t you want to bid farewell to anyone, or to collect your clothes and possessions?”
“If I leave, I shall leave as I am,” he declared, “otherwise my departure will have little meaning. It would be helpful, of course, if I had my medicine case, but I fear that my departure would be prevented even though I have not yet given my oath.”
Dionysius warned him against returning. “But if you come with me voluntarily, I shall reward you suitably.”
“Voluntarily or by compulsion—they are but words,” Mikon said cheerfully. “Only that will happen to me which must happen and which I cannot prevent.”
We led him between us to the galley. Dionysius had the conch blown to summon the men, and our three vessels rowed out into a sea that had turned a calm amethyst. The moon of the merciless virgin goddess shone thinly in the sky as we left the harbor of Cos.
5.
We rowed far out into the open sea until not even a shadow of land was visible. The rowers began to pant and some of them threw up the good food that they had eaten at Cos. They cursed Dionysius and raged that there was no sense to such rowing, since the first principles of seamanship demanded that one keep in sight of land and know where one was going.
Dionysius listened laughingly to their enraged complaints and lashed at the most garrulous with his rope, not so much in anger as in benevolence. They called him ugly names but none of them stopped rowing until he ordered the galleys to be brought together and fastened for the night.
“Not that I pity you,” he said, “but the intoxication of battle has probably faded, leaving your brains even more wretched than your bodies. So gather around me, for I have much to tell you.”
As Dionysius spoke, he did not remind the men of their bravery at Lade. Instead he compared them to the poor peasant who has come to the city to buy a donkey but has spent his money on wine, become involved in a fight, and awakened the following morning in a strange house, his robe torn and bloody and his shoes gone. He is surrounded by riches and treasure chests and realizes that he has broken into the home of some noble. Far from pleasing him, the sight of the riches horrifies him, for he realizes that at that very moment he is being pursued and has no hope of ever returning home.
Dionysius paused and looked around. “That is the situation in which you are, my friends. But thank the immortals that you have chosen a commander who knows what he wants. I, Dionysius, son of Phocaea, will not desert you. Nor do I demand that you follow me merely because I am stronger and shrewder than any of you, and a better navigator as well. Think carefully. Is any one of you better qualified to command than I? If so, let him step forth and say so to my face.”
No one came forward to question Dionysius’ authority, so he finally revealed his plans.
“Because lonia is lost we cannot return to Phocaea. But the Persian fleet is repairing its damages and is committed to blockading Miletus. and its allies. Thus the sea is open and I shall sacrifice to Poseidon that he may give us a strong west wind tomorrow morning.”
The men cried out in dismay, but Dionysius raised his voice triumphantly. “Yes, a west wind, so that you can rest your miserable limbs. and let the wind carry us to enemy waters as far as the shores of Phoenicia. There we will find the slow-moving merchant vessels with their bellies full of the riches of East and West, for trade must continue even in wartime. A quick voyage through enemy waters and within a month, I swear, we will be rich men, richer than we ever
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