"And who is winning? How long is it going to last? What will be the result?"
"I really cannot tell you all this," I had to admit.
"You don't seem to know much more about it than I do," he said in conclusion, and, after a few seconds, in a relieved tone of voice, which clearly meant "Let us go back to an interesting subject:—"
"Have you ever read Æschylus's Persians?"
* * *
I had decided to take the boat at Salonika for Athens, so I took the train from Dedeagatch to Salonika. A three hours' stop near Porto Lagos made me realise that it was impossible to reach Salonika in time, so I got out of the train at Drama,[1] and from there, on a dreadful little two-wheeler, a sort of Irish jaunting-car pulled by a horse as thin as a horse can possibly be, I made my way to Kavala, just in time to catch the boat which was to take me back to the civilised world.
I shall never forget my ride to Kavala. I promised a generous tip to the auriga provided he went at full speed. The little horse, under the whip used incessantly by the young man, seemed converted into one of the fantastic animals of the French chansons de geste. With neck outstretched, the long mane loose to the wind, he took to a furious gallop, nor did he stop until we reached our destination. The road, if road it can be called, was full of stones and deep cart-ruts, now muddy and now dusty, uneven, and terribly steep. We were crossing the land on which the battle of Philippi was fought. Even now the country retained a sort of tragic look. Not a single house, not a single tree; nothing but stones and bare soil. The sun was hiding slowly behind the hills of Sérès. The great battlefield appeared to me under a sky covered with black clouds edged with scarlet on a sunset of deep orange. And yet this battlefield, the memory of which has lasted so strongly after two thousand years, has swallowed less life than any of the battles of the present war!
I believe optimists call this human progress....
* * *
Travelling on the boat was really leisure; the waters at the side ran so slow that often they gave the impression that we were not moving at all.