They both turned back to Bellerophon. “You can make your way up. You’ll need to leave your weapons in the court before entering the propylon.”
Bellerophon nodded, and passed between the guards.
The walls were high on either side of him as he turned left up a long ramp. It was confining, especially with soldiers looking down on him from above, their spears at the ready.
He walked slowly up to a great gate comprised of two enormous wooden doors covered in hammered bronze sheets that glinted in the sunlight. There, two more guards crossed their spears before him, and he repeated his name and purpose.
The warlike men unbarred his way, and rapped on the doors.
On the other side, a bar was removed and the gate groaned open, as if it were a sleeping titan just waking in the morning.
Bellero
