"It's all I have," Stefanos said.
"Trust me, it's perfect," Xenophon said, a big smile on his face.
The two friends made their way in the gathering dark, passing Spartan citizens and hetairoi who roamed the rows of the camp to try and lure some business. Pots of food cooked over camp fires wherever they looked as the athletes born in the shadow of Taygetos gathered after their exertions.
Men stared at the Athenian and Argive as they passed, those who recognized Xenophon greeting him curtly, others directing outwardly aggressive looks.
"Our friends are ever apprehensive of outsiders," Xenophon said. "Even after we've been through so much."
"Too much for comfort, I would say," Stefanos said, eyeing the massive tent directly ahead of them.
"Too true, my friend. But we can mend things. W
