“I will see you this night for the feast, son of Glaucus.”
“I thank you for welcoming me,” Bellerophon said before turning and going to follow Captain Milyas out of the megaron.
When they were gone, one of the young priests of Apollo approached the king slowly, his long white robes swirling about him as a breeze swept through the throne room. His staff, which helped him with his failed eyesight, found the edge of the king’s throne.
“Is he the one you spoke of? He is not a warrior,” the king said, disappointment in his voice.
The priest bent low so that only the king could hear him. His prematurely-rheumy eyes sought his lord. “My king. I feel certain that he is, though he be not a warrior. Apollo was not a warrior when he first slew the great Python. But I shall make offerings and cons
