“One thing you’ve not shown me yet is how you use those throwing spears of yours. Do you mind?” Milyas asked. “I can have the men set a target up over there.”
“Why not? I need the practice anyway,” Bellerophon said.
Milyas nodded to two of the men who ran to take up one of the straw targets and set it somewhere over fifty paces away. “I’ll go first,” Milyas said, stepping onto the dirt of the stadium and taking aim with his doru, the long spear used by their hoplites in battle. After sighting along the shaft, he took a running start and hurled it.
The spear flew in a high arc, soaring against the blue of the sky before landing in the middle of the target with a distant thump.
“By Ares, that was a great throw!” Bellerophon said.
Milyas turned to him, smiling as his men cheered. “Your t
