“He appreciates honesty, to be sure.” They arrived at the propylon before the megaron. “So you train?”
“Yes, but I have never been to war.”
“You have seen battle though, else you would not be here.” Milyas smiled. “Perhaps we can train together in the coming days?”
“I would like that.” Bellerophon looked through the open doors of the megaron and his eyes were met with a scene of light and colour, his nostrils with the sweet scent of spiced and roasted meats.
“Come,” Milyas said. “Let me take you to the king.”
They entered the megaron and immediately all eyes turned to them.
Musicians played upon the cythara and aulos from one corner, and in the middle of the megaron, tumblers performed acrobatics for the men and women of the king’s court.
The king himself sat at a wide table with hi
