"But, you can't," Xenophon said, smiling.
"Why? I don't want to hang about talking about the state of the world and how everyone knows how to make it better."
"You need to come."
"Again, why?"
"Because King Agesilaus is your host, and he invited you."
Xenophon's tent was located in a cluster of client-king and guest tents to the north of the main Spartan camp on the other side of the river Kladeos. The walls were leather, and it was about double the size of a regular campaign tent, the sort they had used on the way to Persia.
It lay unguarded. There was one thing Stefanos noticed right away - there were not the loiterers that were common to the Argive camp, and no doubt the Athenian and other camps. The Spartan camp was quiet, but for the sounds of men training for the Games, and the
