The baths were not large either, but made use of fresh water that came out of one wall to land in a small pool and then overflow across the sloping, stone floor to go into the drain on the other side.
Bellerophon was given oil, a bronze scraper and sea sponges to wash. As he did so, he observed the painted scenes of river reeds, lotus flowers, and priestesses adorning the walls. The water echoed off of the bath walls as Bellerophon splashed and scrubbed himself clean. At one point, he paused in his washing to stare at the walls, a sudden feeling that he was being watched coming over him. But all he saw were the painted reads and priestesses’ eyes. He went back to his task, and when he was done, the servant brought him a blue chiton hemmed with meander in gold while his crimson tunic was t
