might have,' Menedemos said. 'Most pirates don't want a sea fight. What they want is an easy victim. Sometimes, if you show you're ready to give them a battle, you don't have to.' 'Sometimes,' Sostratos said. But his cousin had a point. Pirates were no more enamored of hard, dangerous work than anybody else. After a moment, another thought struck Sostratos. 'Maybe we ought to paint our hull and dye our sail, too. If we look like a pirate ourselves, the other pirates won't bother us.' He'd meant it as a joke, and his cousin did laugh. A moment later, though, Menedemos said. 'That's a long way from the worst idea I ever heard. The only thing wrong with it is, we'd never get an honest cargo again if we sailed into a harbor looking as if we didn't want anybody more than a plethron off to be able to see us.' 'I suppose not,' Sostratos said. 'And then, instead of worrying about pirates all the time, we'd have to worry about real navies chasing us.' 'True.' Menedemos laughed again, but with little real mirth this time. 'That might be a good bargain. By all the signs, there are more pirates running around loose than real warships chasing them.' Sostratos sighed. 'We live in troubled times.' 'Do you think they'll get better any time soon?' Menedemos asked. With another sigh, Sostratos tossed his head. 5 On the fourth afternoon after the brush with the pirates, the lookout at the bow called, 'Land! Land dead ahead!' and Menedemos knew it had to be Cape Tainaron, the most southerly point on the mainland of Hellas. The Aphrodite had sailed through the narrow channel with Cape Maleai and Cape Onougnathos on the right hand and the little island of Kythera on the left not long before, so he'd been expecting the call, but it still sent a jolt of mixed excitement and alarm through him. We'll pick up some mercenaries here, he thought. We'll take them to Taras - maybe even to Syracuse, depending on what kind of news we hear when we get to Italy - and we'll rake in the silver doing it. He did his best to keep that thought uppermost, but another one kept intruding. We'll rake in the silver, provided we get away from Tainaron in one piece. Diokles said, 'Even if the lookout hadn't seen land, all these other ships bound for the tip of Tainaron would tell us we were heading towards a fair-sized town.' 'A fair-sized town at the tip of the cape has to be supplied by sea,' Menedemos answered. 'You can't get much in the way of grain down there by road. You can't get much of anything down there by road - which is why the mercenaries have their camp there.' 'True enough.' Diokles pointed to the rocky peninsula leading down to the sea. 'A handful of men could hold off an army coming south just about forever.' 'That's why this place is where it is,' Menedemos agreed. 'And, since Kassandros and Polyperkhon haven't got much in the way of ships, the mercenaries can do what they want - and hire out to whomever they want.' He started to say more, but Sostratos came running back toward him, excitement on his face. Menedemos wasn't sure what sort of excitement it was. He tried to forestall his cousin, asking, 'All right, who spilled the perfume into the soup?' 'No, no.' Sostratos tossed his head so emphatically, a couple of locks of his hair flew
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