As the mist cleared from the practice field and the horses were brought out, Kyniska thought of Stefanos. As she stepped into the cab to warm the team up for Pirro, she found herself wanting to win, not just for herself anymore, but for him. Of all people...an Argive.
"Ha!" she yelled and the horses jumped to, the chariot wheels churning the dewy ground before darting forward.
The stadium of Olympia was almost full in the morning, but not as much as it had been previously. The second day was dedicated to the foot-races, and the second part of the pentathlon.
On the stadium ground, the runners of the dolichos and diaulos races ran hard, their n***d bodies breathing rhythmically as they paced themselves in the first heats, saving some energy for later.
They had their fans along the banks
