“Do you know where rides the trireme of Ariabignes, Xerxes’s admiral-in-chief?”
“Off the entrance to Peiræus. It is easy to find her. She is covered with lights.”
“Ah! and the Egyptian squadron is on the extreme right and closest to Salamis?”
“Very close.”
“If they went up the coast as far as the promontory on Mt. Ægaleos, the strait toward Eleusis would be closed?”
“Certainly.”
“And on the south the way is already blocked by the Ionians.”
“I had trouble in passing even in my skiff.”
More questions, Glaucon not knowing whither they all were drifting. Without warning Themistocles uprose and smote his thigh.
“So you are anxious to serve Hellas?”