“Yes, it is two years ago that he died.”
“And from where was he?”
“From Siatista.”
“Ah, a Macedonian! And what was his name?”
“Philippos Vasiliou.”
“So your name is Alexandros Vasiliou?”
Aleko nodded.
“Alexander of the King! Alexander the son of Philip![5] Your master has taught you about him at school?”
“Of course,” said Aleko frowning.
The old man smiled. “There is a story about him which you have not heard perhaps. Do you know how Alexander the King got the Water of Life?”