“In Sardis.”
“Who protected you there?”
“Mardonius.”
“Did the Persians treat you so shabbily that you were glad to desert them?”
“They loaded me with riches and honour. Xerxes showered me with benefits.”
“And you accompanied their army to Hellas? You went with the other Greek renegades—the sons of Hippias and the rest?”
Glaucon’s brow grew very red, but he met Themistocles’s arrowlike gaze.
“I did—and yet—”
“Ah, yes—the ‘yet,’ ” observed Themistocles, sarcastically. “I had expected it. Well, I can imagine many motives for coming,—to betray our hopes to the Persians, or even because Athena has put some contrite manhood in your heart. You know, of course, that the resolution we passed recalling the exiles did not extend pardon to traitors.”
“I know it.”