'Pirate patrol,' Sostratos remarked. 'Nothing else but,' Menedemos agreed. 'Unless a pentekonter or a hemiolia can run away, it's got even less chance against a trireme than we do in the Aphrodite against a pirate ship. But the other side of the coin is, you wouldn't want to take a trireme up against a bigger war galley these days.' 'By Poseidon the earthshaker, I should hope not,' Diokles said. 'Anything from a four on up will have extra timbers at the waterline to make ramming tougher, and it'll have a deck swarming with marines. I wouldn't want to fight a big old mean spur-thighed tortoise like that in a trireme, and I don't know anybody who would, either.' 'When we Hellenes fought Persia - even when Athens fought Sparta less than a hundred years ago - all the warships were triremes,' Sostratos said. 'No one knew how to build anything bigger.' 'When the Argives sailed to Troy, they all went in pentekonters,' Menedemos said. 'Nobody back then even knew how to build triremes.' He laughed at how surprised Sostratos looked to find himself topped. Menedemos grinned. 'You can keep your fancy historians. Give me Homer any day.' 'That's right,' Diokles said, though Menedemos didn't think the keleustes could read or write. But everyone, literate or not, had heard the Iliad and Odyssey countless times. Stubborn as usual, Sostratos tossed his head. 'Homer is where you start. No one would argue with that. But Homer shouldn't be where you stop.' There were times - at supper, say, or in a symposion with his cousin leading the drinking and keeping things moderate - when. Menedemos would have been glad to argue that. Now he had the Aphrodite to run, and the ship came first. She'd traveled past the northernmost spit of land on the island of Rhodes. Looking south, Menedemos could see into the city of Rhodes' small western harbor. 'Lower the sail!' he called, and sailors leaped to obey. Down it came from the main yard, canvas flapping till the wind took it and filled it. Like any sail, it was made from oblong blocks of cloth sewn together; the light horizontal lines and the vertical brails gave it the appearance of a gameboard. Even before Menedemos could give the orders, the men swung the great square sail to take best advantage of the wind coming down from the north. They brailed up the leeward half so as to get the precise portion and amount of sail needed. 'They're good,' Sostratos said. 'Diokles said it,' Menedemos answered. 'They know what they're supposed to do, because they've done it before. The Aphrodite's not so big as a trireme, let alone a four or a five or those new ships the generals are making with six or seven men to a bank of oars, but we do things the same way the bigger ships do. And a sail's a sail, no matter what kind of ship you're in. Only difference between us and a proper warship there is that we're not big enough to need a foresail.' His cousin grinned a sly grin. 'You make me feel as if I were back at the Lykeion in Athens. Here, though, it's not Theophrastos lecturing on botany; it's Menedemos on seamanship.'
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