Chapter Eight
The Olympiad
Η Ολυμπιάδα
It was the sound of morning doves that first broke the peaceful screen of Kyniska's dream as she lay upon her bed, comfortable, and unwilling to open her eyes.
She could feel the heat of morning light across her neck and chest, before the neighing of one of her horses sounded loud from the stables beyond.
Kyniska kept her eyes closed and found that she was smiling to herself. She felt alive, more so than she had imagined possible, but also swept up in a sense of joy at the dream some god had sent her. She sighed a little and turned to the tent wall, her hand going down to touch herself, the sensation one that sent new spasms of pleasure through her body.
The horses neighed again, and she opened her eyes to stare at the canvas of the tent, lit up
