Pittheus watched from the walls as his friend approached the fortified buildings of Trœzenia. He wondered why Ægeus had come himself and not sent a runner.
He spoke without turning. ‘Prepare a welcome for an honoured guest.’
A door opened and closed as the order was obeyed. No further instruction was required. The household slaves would do everything necessary for an appropriate welcome. After all, the man who looked like Ӕgeus could easily be a god in disguise.
Pittheus belched loudly, pushed his platter aside, wiped his mouth and hands on the proffered rag and smiled at Ægeus.
‘Now tell me, my friend, why have you come so far? Not just a social visit, I’m sure.’
Ægeus sighed, took a long draught of his wine, then told Pittheus the story of his visit to Delphi and the Pythoness’ enig
