“O Athena Polias,” he cried, stretching his hands to the [pg 151]fading beauty, “goddess who determineth all aright,—bless thou this land, though it wakes to call me traitor. Teach it to know I am innocent. Comfort Hermione, my wife. And restore me to Athens, after doing deeds which wipe out all my unearned shame!”
The Solon rounded the cape. The headland concealed the city. The Saronian bay opened into the deeper blue of the Ægean and its sprinkling of brown islands. Glaucon looked eastward and strove to forget Attica.
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Two hours later all Athens seemed reading this placard in the Agora:—
NOTICE
For the arrest of Glaucon, Son of Conon, charged with high treason, I will pay one talent.
Dexileus, Chairman of the Eleven.
Other such placards were posted in Peiræus, in Eleusis, in Marathon, in every Attic village. Men could talk of nothing else.