“But tell me something else. Do you think that it is now the will of the gods that Sparta should conquer Athens?” “Certainly, as certainly as virtue will conquer vice. Sparta is the home of all the virtues, and Athens of all the vices.” “Now I understand that you are not the man I took you for, and I will give you the command of the army. Shall we now march against Athens?” “I am ready!” “Have you no scruple in marching against your own city?” “I am a Hellene, not an Athenian, Sparta is the chief city of Hellas.” “Alcibiades is great! Now I go to the general, and this evening we march.” “Go, King! Alcibiades follows.” The King went, but Alcibiades did not follow, for behind the curtains of the women’s apartment stood the Queen, and waited. When the King had gone, she rushed in. “Hail! Alcibiades, my king!” “Queen, why do you call your servant ‘king’?” “Because Sparta has done homage to you, because I love you, and because you are a descendant of heroes.” “King Aegis the Second lives.” “Not too long! Win your first battle, and Aegis is dead.” “Now life begins to smile on the hardly-tried exile. If you knew my childhood with its sorrows, my youth with its privations! The vine had not grown for me, woman had not been made for me; Bacchus knew me not; Aphrodite was not my goddess. The chaste Artemis and the wise Pallas guided me past the devious ways of youth to the goal of knowledge, wisdom, and glory. But when I first saw you, Timia, my queen....” “Hush!” “Then I thought that beauty was more than wisdom.” “Hush! some one is listening.” “Who?” “I, Lysander, the General,” answered a sharp voice, and the speaker stood in the middle of the room. “Now I know you, Alcibiades, and I have your head under my arm, but I have the honour of Sparta under the other. Fly before I strangle you!” “Your ears have deceived you, Lysander!” “Fly! do us the kindness to fly! Fifty hoplites stand without, waiting for your head.” “How many do you say? Fifty? Then I will fly, for I cannot overcome more than thirty. My queen! farewell! I have thought better of Sparta. This would never have happened in Athens. Now I go to the Persian King; there they understand better what is fitting, and there I shall not be obliged to eat black broth!” * * * * * Alcibiades sat with the Persian satrap Tissaphernes, and Alcibiades the eloquent spoke. “Yes, my teacher Protagoras taught me once, that everything is born from its opposite; therefore you see my heart can embrace all opposites. Sparta and Athens are both dear to me; that is to say, both hateful--the state--gods of the one, and the virtues of the other.” “You have a great heart, stranger! Is there room in it for Persia?” “For the whole world.” “What do you think of our chief city?” “I love all large cities!” “But at the present moment, you ought to love ours the most.” “Yes, I do.” “You must also love our allies.” “Pardon me, who is your present ally?”