His cousin laughed. 'I was hoping for a real bed with somebody warm and friendly in it, and what do I get? Wood and you.' He too stretched out on the poop deck and made himself as comfortable as he could. 'Good night.' 'Good night.' The planks were hard, but Sostratos had had a long, wearing day. He fell asleep almost at once. He woke a little before sunup. The peacock, punctual as a rooster, announced the coming day with a squawk that probably shook half of Knidos out of bed. Sostratos yawned and stretched and rolled over so that he faced Menedemos. His cousin's eyes were also open. 'Do you think Diokles is awake?' Menedemos asked. 'Yes, unless that horrible screech frightened him to death,' Sostratos answered. 'Ha! If only that were a joke.' Menedemos got to his feet. With his himation a blanket and his chiton a pillow, he was as naked as the day he was born: nothing out of the ordinary on a ship, in port or on the sea. He raised his voice: 'Diokles.' The keleustes had slept on a rower's bench, leaning up against the planking of the Aphrodite. He waved back toward the poop. 'Good day, captain,' he said. 'Gods, that's a sweet-voiced fowl we're carrying, isn't it?' 'Sweet as vinegar,' Menedemos answered. 'Sweet as rancid oil. How many rowers went into town yesterday and still haven't come back?' Diokles didn't even have to look around to answer: 'Five. Not too bad, all things considered.' 'No, not too,' Menedemos said. 'But tell off some men and start scouring the wineshops and the whorehouses. I want a full crew when we sail, and I want to leave inside an hour's time. The wind'll be in our teeth all the way to Kos, so I don't want to head up there with any empty benches - we'll row every cubit of the trip.' 'I'll see to it,' Diokles promised. 'Most of the dives are close by the harbor, so we shouldn't need long to sift through 'em. And if we're still a man or two short, there's bound to be somebody who'll want to ship with us.' 'Let's try to round up our own first,' Menedemos said, and the oarmaster dipped his head. He chose large, well-made men to come with him. They all had knives on their belts, and some of them carried belaying pins, too. 'He's smart,' Menedemos remarked to Sostratos. 'The best way not to run into trouble is to show that you're ready for it.' 'You're bound to be right.' Naked as Menedemos, Sostratos strode to the gunwale and pissed over the side into the harbor water. Then he went up to the little foredeck to see how the peafowl were doing. The peacock greeted him with another raucous screech. 'How do they look?' Menedemos called from the stern. 'All right, I suppose,' Sostratos answered. 'We're still finding out how they're supposed to look. Nothing wrong with their voices, that's certain. I'm going to give them something to eat while the ship's still tied up to the quay.'
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