When the sun set that evening, and the braziers were lit around the palace, Captain Milyas arrived to bring Bellerophon to the feast once more. He was in a jovial mood, and gave no hint of anger or aggression.
“You must be tired from your journey to Lykia?” Milyas asked as they walked. “Did you sleep the whole day?”
Bellerophon shook his head. “I am well rested now. I spent some time training in my rooms.”
“Training?” Milyas said. “There is not the space to train in there!”
“There is enough,” Bellerophon answered.
“Perhaps tomorrow you may wish to accompany me to the training grounds outside the eastern wall? I would like to see how you use your throwing spears.”
Bellerophon looked at the captain and saw no hint of malice there. “We can do that,” he said cautiously.
“That is, if we
