Over the Wine Dark Sea

the family, which Menedemos plainly didn't want to do. Trying his best to come up with the light chat that his cousin managed as if by nature, he went on, 'Not that we'd ever get sixty drakhmai the amphora if we shipped Rhodian to Great Hellas.'   'No,' Menedemos said, and made a production out of steering the akatos. So much for light chatter, Sostratos thought mournfully.   The fishing boats that bobbed in the blue, blue Aegean didn't flee when their skippers spotted the Aphrodite -  most of them didn't, anyhow. The fishermen knew few pirates dared venture into the well-patrolled waters near their island. 'We can certainly be proud of our fleet,' Sostratos offered.   'Yes. Certainly.' Again, Menedemos spoke as if he were being charged for every word he uttered. Sostratos gave up until the merchant galley rounded Rhodes' northernmost promontory, passed the fleet's harbor, and sailed into the sheltered waters of the Great Harbor, from which it had set out that spring.   'It is good to be back,' he said then.   'Well, so it is,' Menedemos admitted -  something of a relief to Sostratos, who'd begun to wonder if his cousin ever intended to speak more than a couple of words to him. Menedemos wasn't shy about talking to the rowers, of whom he had ten on a side at the oars: 'Come on, boys -  make it pretty. The whole polis will be watching you, and there's not a Rhodian man breathing who doesn't know what to do with an oar in his hands.'   Thus encouraged, the rowers showed what a well beaten-in crew could managed, following the stroke Diokles set with perfect precision as Menedemos guided the Aphrodite to an open berth. 'Back oars!' the keleustes called, and the men did that as smoothly as everything else. As soon as they'd killed the merchant galley's momentum, he called, 'Oop!' and they rested at their oars.   Sailors heaved lines to men on the wharf, who made the akatos fast. Sostratos tossed an obolos to each roustabout, and another little silver coin to a fellow to whom he said, 'Hail, Letodoros. Run to the houses of Lysistratos and Philodemos and let them know the Aphrodite's home and safe. They'll have something more for you there, I expect.'   'Thanks, best one. I'll do that.' Letodoros popped the obolos into his mouth and went off at a ground-eating trot.   'Won't be long now,' Sostratos said to Menedemos.   'So it won't.' His cousin still stood between the steering oars, as he had throughout the voyage. Menedemos drummed the fingers of his right hand on the starboard tiller. 'It won't be so bad,' he said, as if trying to make himself believe it. 'We did make a profit, after all, and a good one. Nobody can deny that.'   'Nobody will even try to deny it,' Sostratos said. 'You'll see. And you're the one who claims I worry too much.'   Menedemos fidgeted while they waited for their fathers to come down to the harbor. Sostratos paid the sailors what he owed them since he'd last given each of them silver, and wrote down the payments so no one could say he hadn't got his due. Watching Menedemos, he thought, I wouldn't twitch like a man with fleas even if I didn't have anything to do. I might feel like it, but I wouldn't do it.   After he paid off Diokles, he clasped the keleustes' hand and told him, 'I hope you'll sail