The next morning Theseus reached Athens. It was the largest city he had ever seen. As he neared the city he noticed their acropolis. It was made of wood. He closed his eyes and had a vision of another acropolis, one of shining marble. When he opened his eyes the wooden structure still stood out against the skyline. He smiled and entered the city. It was just as the merchants had told him. People arguing, brawls and fights breaking out, a semblance of a market. A scabrous old man, propped up by a pile of dirty rags, hopefully held out a broken wooden bowl as Theseus walked by. Theseus stopped, searching for the money pouch in his satchel. Finding a small sliver of silver, he dropped it into the beggar’s bowl.
‘Could you please tell me the way to the house of Ӕgeus?’
‘Walk straight along t
