“Since even Simonides and I did not recognize you in your long beard, I doubt if you are in danger of detection to-night. But remember your name is Critias. You can dye your hair if you come safe back from this adventure. Have you eaten?”
“Who has hunger now?”
Themistocles laughed.
“So say all of us. But if the gifts of Demeter cannot strengthen, it is not so with those of Dionysus. Drink.”
He took from a hook a leathern bottle and poured out a hornful of hot Chian. Glaucon did not refuse. After he had finished the admiral did likewise. Then Glaucon in turn asked questions.
“Where is my wife?”
“In the town of Salamis, with her father; do you know she has borne—”
“A son. Are both well?”
“Well. The child is fair as the son of Leto.”
They could see the light flash out of the eyes of the outlaw. He turned toward the statue and stretched out his hand.