else?' If nothing else, he'd succeeded in distracting Sostratos. His cousin pointed toward the Asian mainland in the distance. 'The shape of the coastline will tell you where you are.' 'Well, so it will,' Menedemos admitted, 'though it wouldn't mean anything to a landlubber. But we'll spend some time out of sight of land when we sail west toward Hellas, and then again when we cross the Ionian Sea to Italy. No way to tell for certain where you are then. I wish there were.' Sostratos frowned. 'There ought to be.' 'There ought to be all sorts of things,' Menedemos said. 'That doesn't mean there are.' Diokles struck his bronze square with the mallet. The rowers began to pull. The Aphrodite glided north, toward Khios. With the steering oars to tend to, Menedemos didn't have to worry about splitting hairs with his cousin. Like Samos, Khios lay close to the mainland. The channel between the island and Asia was wider than that separating Samos from the shore, but also longer. Waves built in it, built and rolled toward the galley one after another. Even without a real storm, the going was heavier than it had been since the Aphrodite set out from Rhodes. Menedemos thought it wise to repeat his promise to Poseidon, this time so the whole crew could hear. Coming up toward the city of Khios - which lay on the eastern coast of the island, looking at the mainland across about forty stadia of water - the Aphrodite fought her way past a temple to Apollo hard by a grove of palm trees, then past the small harbor of Phanai, and at last by a colonnaded building close to the shore. Pointing toward it, Diokles said, 'There's the sea god's shrine, skipper.' 'I knew where it was. I've been here before,' Menedemos answered. The keleustes dipped his head, unashamed at having nagged him. Like any sailor, he wanted to make sure a vow to Poseidon got fulfilled. Khios the city boasted a very respectable harbor. 'How many war galleys do you suppose could shelter here?' Menedemos asked. 'If we're talking about triremes, I'd say eighty, easy,' Diokles answered. 'Fewer of the bigger ships they're turning out nowadays, though.' Sostratos came up onto the poop deck and pointed toward the sun, which still hung high in the west. 'We made good time,' he remarked. 'We'll have the chance to do some business today.' 'We'd have done better still without waves smacking us in the teeth all the way up from Samos,' Menedemos answered, 'but that's the kind of weather you're likely to run into this time of year. As for the business, you'll have to start without me. First thing I'm going to do is go down to Poseidon's temple and make that offering to thank him for getting us here safe.' 'What did you have in mind?' his cousin asked warily. 'I was thinking of a lamb,' Menedemos said, and Sostratos relaxed. Along with being the sea god and the earthshaker, Poseidon was also the god of horses, which were sometimes sacrificed to him. Horses, though, were beyond the means of any but the very rich. Menedemos might have thought about giving Poseidon one after coming through a true storm, but the god hadn't earned so great a reward for helping the merchant galley through seas that were rough but weren't really
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