Rhoikos showed no expression. Rhoikos was Sostratos' second suspect. He hadn't done anything illicit Sostratos knew about, but to Rhodians Cretans were thieves and pirates till proved otherwise. Rhoikos also stood closest to Diokles and his search party. 'Let's see your duffel,' the oarmaster told him. 'I'll watch to make sure you don't take anything,' Rhoikos said, and handed Diokles the leather sack. The keleustes and a couple of sailors started going through it. Sostratos, meanwhile, kept his eye on the other mercenaries. 'Let that be,' he called to Kallikrates when the latter made a move toward his sack. 'Your turn will come.' Alexidamos stood calmly, watching everything going on as if it had nothing to do with him. Isn't that interesting? Sostratos thought. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Menedemos was, too. Seeing his cousin wrong might almost be worth the blow to his own pride at making a mistake. Diokles looked up from Rhoikos' weapons and tunic and mantle and kilt and his little sack of coins. 'No eggs here.' 'Kallikrates next,' Sostratos said. Reluctantly, the mercenary handed the keleustes the sack with his worldly goods: cuirass, greaves, helmet, wool headcover to fit inside the helm, sword, a wooden game board with ivory pieces and a pair of bone dice, and a leather sack. Diokles blinked when he picked it up. 'Got to be three, four minai in there,' he said. 'It's mine, every obolos of it,' Kallikrates growled, warning in his voice. 'Nobody said it wasn't,' the oarmaster replied, and set it down. 'No eggs here, either.' Kallikrates visibly relaxed. 'Now Alexidamos,' Menedemos called from the steering oars. The mercenary who'd paid a triple fare to come aboard the Aphrodite pointed to his sack. One of the sailors brought it back to Diokles. He took out Alexidamos' sword and his greaves and his helmet, in which the protective headcloth was bundled. Sostratos stooped and pulled up a corner of the cloth. Under it lay three large, off-white eggs, one of them speckled. 'Oh, you bastard,' Alexidamos said mildly, as if Sostratos had thrown a double six with Kallikrates' dice. 'I thought I'd get away with it.' 'You must have, or you wouldn't have done it,' Sostratos answered. 'Of course, you must have thought you'd get away with it when you took up with that captain's boy, too.' 'Of course I did,' the mercenary said. 'And I would have, too, if the wide-arsed little fool had kept his mouth shut.' Sostratos looked back toward Menedemos. 'It's your ship, cousin. What do we do with him?' 'If I threw him over the side, nobody would miss him,' Menedemos said. That was true and more than true. No one but the Aphrodite's crew and the other three passengers would even know what had happened to Alexidamos, and none of them seemed likely to care. Menedemos scratched his head. 'How much silver has he got there, Diokles?'
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