“To go at the head....”
“That is what I was born for.”
“To take the lead....”
“That is my place.”
“And conduct the triumphal procession?”
“What procession?”
“Ah! you did not know. Cleon’s triumphal procession from the harbour.”
Alcibiades passed his hand downwards over his face, as though he wished to changed his mask, and it was done in a moment.
“Yes, certainly, certainly, certainly. I have in fact just come here to—announce his victory.”
“He lies,” broke in Xantippe.