|To my Father
I sit here on the top deck of Trireme 26, oar 17. I can see
Sicily on the horizon. The men say that Alcibiades has fled to Sparta. Our plans have
been discovered. I just can't believe that my good friend, or who I thought was my
good friend, would betray us.
Demosthenes says that we attack Syracuse tomorrow. The
city is well defended and we will need all our courage and skill.
I do not feel ready for this fight. I should have taken
notice of my lessons and learned to play the lyre well, then I would not have finished up
here as a soldier on this stinking vessel.
If I should die tomorrow take care of the horses.
Alcibiades will have need of them should he ever return.