Erinna was looking up at the statue. Close up, it towered over us. It wasn’t a colossus like Crocus’s statues, but it was much larger than life size. Maia glanced up too. “What’s this?” she asked Aristomache.

“Come on Maia, you know that Jesus Christ is your lord and savior,” Aristomache said. “You might have turned your back on him to worship demons and given Plato more honor than is due a philosopher, but you know in your soul that He is the resurrection and the life.”

“Demons! Nonsense. And for that matter, you must have prayed to Athene yourself,” Maia responded.

As Aristomache opened her mouth to answer, I realized that they had spoken in a language I didn’t know, and that Neleus and Erinna’s faces reflected their incomprehension. I had never heard this language before, but I understood it as clearly as if it were Greek or Latin. It must be one of the powers that Delos had awakened in me, though I had no idea how or why. I’d have to ask Father, and talk to Phaedrus and Kallikles to see if it was the same for them.

“Do you deny that he is your savior?” Aristomache asked, fiercely.

“I’ve had this same fight with Ikaros,” Maia said, turning red in the face.

Aristomache frowned, then nodded. “Ikaros…” she began, and then suddenly went back into Greek. “Yayzu came down to Earth to save us all.” Aristomache smiled all around, including all of us in the conversation.

I nodded politely.

“Tell me about him?” Erinna asked. “I love the statue.”

“Well that’s a good place to start,” Aristomache said. “His mother was a virgin, and God sent her a son, his son and himself. He was born human, like all of us, and grew up, and taught, and was killed for his teaching, and then arose from the dead and taught again. He went through a human life and understands us. He’s not playing with our lives for his own amusement like Athene. And through him we will have eternal life, in heaven.”