"Come on, Pirro!" he yelled, but the chariot remained where it was, in the middle, average, the horses shying in the Taraxippos where the shade of Oinomaus was said to haunt the hippodrome, ready to strike fear into the bravest of teams and cause chaos.
Stefanos watched the heat come to the finish line and saw Pirro drive the horses slowly off the track. Oh, no... He was suddenly very worried for Kyniska, for her dreams that, from what he saw just now, were set to be trampled in the dirt.
How were his own odds shaping up? He wondered at this as he made his way back to the Altis. Now that the bluster and cockiness of his fellow competitors had begun to abate in the face of Olympia's solemnity, he could see how truly determined each man was, how years of practiced skill, struggle, and a de
