"With one voice."
Pausanias paused a moment in deep and perturbed thought.
"Have they dared yet, think you, to send to Sparta?"
"I hear not; but a trireme is in readiness to sail after your conference with the captains."
"So, Alcman, it were ruin to my schemes to be recalled—until—until—"
"The hour to join the Persians on the frontier—yes."
"One word more. Have you had occasion to sound the Helots?"
"But half an hour since. They will be true to you. Lift your right hand, and the ground where you stand will bristle with men who fear death even less than the Spartans."
"Their aid were useless here against the whole Grecian fleet; but in the defiles of Laconia, otherwise. I am prepared then for the worst, even recall."
Here a slave crossed from a kind of passage that led from the outer chambers into the peristyle.