My voice is gone, and I’ve talked enough — the Halicarnassan’s stylus hand must hurt like fire, or be cramped like an oarsman’s after a long row. And my thugater must be tired of hearing her old man brag — eh?
I’ll wager you’ll come back tomorrow. Because tomorrow, I’ll tell of how we went to Aegypt; how we explored the Erytherean Sea. How we found Dagon.
But what you’ll come back for is the fight with the Persians. At Artemesium, where the Greeks showed Persia we could fight at sea. And at Thermopylae. Where the Spartans showed us all how much like gods we could be.
I was thirty-one, and I thought the adventure was over. It was just beginning.