"No," said Melas, "it belongs to Pericles the Archon. It was born on his farm. I am taking it to him so that he may decide what to do with it." "A portent on the farm of Pericles?" cried the old woman. "I'll warrant it will be read as favoring him, since he already has a world at his feet. May the Gods forgive me, but it seems to me they are often more partial than just." "Hush, woman," said one of the farmers. "Speak no ill of the Gods, not until we are safe on the land at any rate." The woman snapped her mouth shut. The farmers and the fisherman settled themselves as far away as possible from the Twins and Melas, and nothing more was said until the boat touched the other shore, and all the passengers scrambled out upon the dock. The farmers and the fisherman and the old woman all hastened away to the marketplace, and when they reached it, they must have kept their tongues busy, for as Melas and the Twins passed through it on their way to Athens a few moments later, they were followed by a crowd of curious people who wanted to see the lamb and who had a great deal to say about what such a miracle might mean. Melas paid little attention to them, but hastened on his way, and soon they reached the eastern edge of the town and started along the paved road which ran from the Piraeus to Athens proper. This road was nearly five miles long and ran between two high walls of stone some distance apart. The curious crowd left them at this point and the three walked on alone through olive orchards and past little vineyards, toward Athens. "Nobody could get lost on this road," said Dion to his Father, "not even if he tried! He couldn't get over the walls." "What are the walls for?" asked Daphne. "It seems silly to build high walls like this right out in the country." "Not so silly when you think about it," answered Melas. "These walls were built by Pericles, so that if any enemy should make an invasion, Athens would always have a safe access to the sea. Without that she could be starved within her own walls in a very short time." "Pericles must be almost as powerful and wise as the Gods themselves, I should think," said Daphne. "He does all these things by the help of the Gods, without doubt," said Melas. When they were halfway on their journey to the city, Dion suddenly let down his side of the basket with a thump. "Remember the eggs!" cried Daphne sharply, but Dion did not seem to hear. "Look! Look!" he cried and pointed toward the east. There against the sky, on the top of the sacred mountain, stood a gigantic figure shining in the sun. "What is it?" cried both children at once. "That is the bronze statue of Athena, the Goddess who gives protection to Athens," said Melas. "Did Pericles make that too?" asked Daphne. Melas laughed. "No," he said; "you must not think Pericles made everything you may see in Athens. Great as he is, he is not a sculptor."