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If you go back to the Isthmus, Ægina must be abandoned to the Barbarians. I am with Themistocles.” “Record his vote,” shouted Adeimantus, ill-naturedly, “he is but one against twenty. But I warn you, Eurybiades, do not call for Themistocles’s vote, or the rest of us will be angry.
Nevertheless, promise one thing.” “Name it.” “That if her parents are about to give her to Democrates or any other, you will prevent.” Themistocles’s face lightened. He laid a friendly hand on the young man’s shoulder. “I do not know how to answer your cry of innocency, philotate, but this I know, in all Hellas I think none is fairer in body or soul than you.
“We have had enough, Eurybiades, of Themistocles’s wordy folly. Because the Athenian admiral is resolved to lead all Hellas to destruction, is no reason that we should follow. As for his threat that he will desert us with his ships if we refuse to fight, I fling it in his face that he dare not make it good. Why go all over the well-threshed straw again? Is not the fleet of the king overwhelming?
Therefore despite the keleustes’s beats, despite Themistocles’s command, the rowing might not slacken. And the black wave around the Nausicaä’s bow sang its monotonous music.
“Themistocles’s seal,” he cried, and hastily turned the fallen man’s face upward to the light, when the lantern almost dropped from his own hand. “Glaucon the Alcmæonid! Glaucon the Traitor who was dead! He or his shade come back from Tartarus.” The four soldiers stood quaking like aspen, but their leader was of stouter stuff. Never had his native Attic shrewdness guided him to more purpose.
The young widow had less trembling when she looked on the Nausicaä than when one year before the stately trireme had sailed for Artemisium. If ill news must come, it would be from the plains of Bœotia. Most of Themistocles’s fleet was already at Delos. He led only a dozen sail.
In less time than the telling every oar on the Barbarian’s port-side had been put out of play. The diekplous, favourite trick of the Grecian seamen, had never been done more fairly. Now was Themistocles’s chance. He used it. There was no need for him to give orders to the oar master. Automatically every rower on the port-tiers of the Nausicaä had run out his blade again.
“Themistocles’s private memoranda for the battle-order of your new fleet.” “Avert it, gods! The ship will reach Corinth, I warn you—” Democrates’s gestures became menacing, as again he rose, “I will set you in Themistocles’s hand as soon—” “But not to-night.” The Prince rose, smiled, held out his hand. “Unbar the door for his Excellency, Hiram.
“What do you mean?” demanded the potter. “Glaucon the Alcmæonid, to be sure. I cried ‘Io, pæan!’ as loud as the others when he came back; still I weary of having a man always so fortunate.” “Even as you voted to banish Aristeides, Themistocles’s rival, because you were tired of hearing him called ‘the Just.’ ” “There’s much in that.
See that he has plenty of darts.” “One of Themistocles’s secret agents,” muttered the captain to the governor, “we should have guessed it.” And they all had other things to think of than the whence and wherefore of this stranger. It was a weary, nervous interval. Men had said everything, done everything, hoped and feared everything. They were in no mood even to invoke the gods.
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