From what Xenophon had told him, and from what he had heard, Agesilaus was a fine warrior, and a cunning intellect who never shirked from a fight, verbal or martial.
Stefanos wondered if Agesilaus had quite forgotten about him, if he might escape the king of Sparta's questions, but that hope was soon shattered when one of the slaves came up to him.
"Stefanos, son of Talos of Argos," the helot said, head bowed as he leaned in to speak to Stefanos.
"Yes?"
"King Agesilaus requests that you sit with him and some of the other guests."
"Me? Where?" Stefanos felt suddenly conscious of numerous eyes upon him.
"This way," the slave said, walking slowly away from the tent entrance where Stefanos had been skulking, to the couches set out in a long oval at the centre of the tent. "This one is yo
