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.

Your son

Poliphus