“They must fight. They must fight.”
* * * * * * *
Glaucon sat mutely in the pinnace which had headed not for the Nausicaä, but toward the shore, where a few faint beacons were burning.
“I must confer with the strategi as to the morning,” Themistocles declared after a long interval, at which Sicinnus broke in anxiously:—
“You will not sleep, kyrie?”
“Sleep?” laughed the admiral, as at an excellent jest, “I have forgotten there was such a god as Hypnos.” Then, ignoring Sicinnus, he addressed the outlaw.
“I am grateful to you, my friend,” he did not call Glaucon by name before the others, “you have saved me, and I have [pg 306]saved Hellas. You brought me a new plan when I seemed at the last resource. How can the son of Neocles reward you?”
“Give me a part to play to-morrow.”
“Thermopylæ was not brisk enough fighting, ha? Can you still fling a javelin?”
“I can try.”