CHAPTER 11
DelphiDiomede and Glaucon, another athlete, carried Bladud to their quarters in the long wooden building standing where the path to the shrines and the path to the stadium divided. A physician was called and to Bladud’s relief pronounced that no bones were broken. A thick compress of herbs was bound around his ankle and he was warned to keep off it until further notice.
But the Games were due to start in just three days’ time.
‘Will I be able to run?’ Bladud asked anxiously.
The physician pursed his lips. ‘If you put no weight on your foot, and keep the compress on day and night, it is just possible. But I doubt it. I will come back and look at it in three days.’
‘There is a sanctuary to Asclepius here,’ Glaucon suggested. ‘We could carry you there.’ When Bladud looked puzz
