Bellerophon turned away from them and walked across the courtyard to meet Philonoe. “I am happy to see you,” he said, unsure of how she felt about seeing him.
But she smiled, though sadly.
“I want you to know that-“
Philonoe put up her hand to stop him. “You don’t need to proclaim your innocence to me. I know the truth, and I have prayed that you come through this ordeal. I believe you, Bellerophon.”
He breathed deeply, and a sense of peace washed through him. “That is all I need to know.”
She stepped forward and held out the sash. “Here. Wear this into battle. It will remind you of me and my belief in you.”
She stood close to him, almost as tall, certainly as strong of will, and tied the dark sash tightly about his waist. “May the Gods protect you and grant you strength.” She glance
