“Have I not said it?”
“Dare you die for her?”
“I made the choice once with Leonidas.”
“Dare you do a thing which, if it slip, may give you into the hands of the Barbarians to be torn by wild horses or of the Greeks to be crucified?”
“But it shall not slip!”
“Euge! that is a noble answer. Now let us come.”
“Whither?”
“To Eurybiades’s flag-ship. Then I can know whether you must risk the deed.”
Themistocles touched a bronze gong; a marine adjutant entered.
“My pinnace,” ordered the admiral. As the man went out, Themistocles took a long himation from the locker and wrapped it around the newcomer.