Over the Wine Dark Sea

'Tempts me to lay over here for one more day,' his cousin said. 'Maybe Rhegion holds some more rich fools -  I mean, customers.'   'Well, why not?' Sostratos said. 'We can afford it now. And even if we only sell at the regular price, we still come out ahead.'   'That's true.' Menedemos dipped his head. 'All right, then. I'll do it.'   Sostratos went into the market square at first light the next morning. Not only did he talk about the Aphrodite's cargo, he called, 'Men of Rhegion, two of your fellows have already bought peafowl chicks. Do you want them to be the only ones in this polis lucky enough to own these beautiful birds?'   Men rich enough to buy peafowl chicks might not come to the agora themselves, but their slaves surely would. And he'd found that making people jealous of their neighbors was one of the best ways to get them to part with their silver.   After plucking at his beard in thought, he added, 'We also have fine perfume made from Rhodian roses. How many women in Rhegion want to make themselves smell sweet for their husbands?' How many want to make themselves smell sweet for somebody else's husband? went through his mind, too, as it surely wouldn't have done had his cousin had a different nature.   Again, women who might buy Rhodian perfume for themselves -  whether respectable matrons or rich hetairai -  didn't frequent the agora, but their slaves did. Sostratos pitched that call to the slave women there. He smiled to himself when a couple of them hurried out of the market square. For good measure, he put some extra emphasis on the Koan silk, too.   He returned to the merchant galley at sunset, as he had the day before. 'How did we do?' he called to Menedemos as he walked down the gangplank into the ship.   'Didn't sell any more birds.' But Menedemos seemed happy enough, and explained why a moment later: 'We had a run on silk and perfume, though. One fancy hetaira came herself, veiled up like a rich man's wife. When she took off her veil to haggle . . .' His eyes went big and wide. 'Aphrodite, she was gorgeous! If she'd given me some of what she had under her chiton, I'd've let her have the perfume for free.'   'I believe that,' Sostratos said tartly. 'I also believe I'd have let you explain to your father how it came to be that we ended up not having this perfume and not getting any money for it.'   His cousin's expression changed to one of horror. 'You're a nasty fellow, do you know that?'   'Thank you,' Sostratos said, which did nothing to improve Menedemos' temper.   They left Rhegion the next morning. Sostratos expected Menedemos to go up the Italian coast, but his cousin chose to cross the Strait of Sicily to Messene instead. 'Why not?' Menedemos said when Sostratos shot him a curious look. 'We did well in Rhegion. No reason we can't do it there as well.'   'No, I suppose not,' Sostratos said, but then he added, 'so long as the war in Sicily hasn't come that far north.'   'We would have heard in Rhegion,' Menedemos replied, which was probably true. He couldn't