He had hoped for something more. He did not know what, but something more flattering, not a lecture on omens and the ways of the Gods. Spartan piety! Stefanos was suddenly angry and he did not quite know why.
"Why are you here then, at the Games? Haven't you won in other games, like the Heraia?"
Her long neck straightened and she became alert to his tone. "Yes. I've won every competition I've entered, including the Heraia. But this is the Olympiad. All the Greek world is here, and I would show them what a Spartan woman can do."
"And what about Kyniska?" Stefanos asked. "You're more than just a Spartan."
"As you are more than just a mercenary from Argos, playing at champion?"
He did not answer.
She continued. "I would show the world what Kyniska can do, what her horses can do, and wha
