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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraphs
  5. 1. Apollo
  6. 2. Arete
  7. 3. Arete
  8. 4. Maia
  9. 5. Arete
  10. 6. Arete
  11. 7. Apollo
  12. 8. Arete
  13. 9. Arete
  14. 10. Maia
  15. 11. Arete
  16. 12. Arete
  17. 13. Apollo
  18. 14. Arete
  19. 15. Arete
  20. 16. Maia
  21. 17. Arete
  22. 18. Arete
  23. 19. Apollo
  24. 20. Arete
  25. 21. Arete
  26. 22. Apollo
  27. 23. Maia
  28. 24. Arete
  29. 25. Arete
  30. 26. Apollo
  31. 27. Arete
  32. 28. Arete
  33. 29. Maia
  34. 30. Arete
  35. 31. Arete
  36. 32. Apollo
  37. Thanks
  38. About the Author
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It was just as well we probably wouldn’t be given the choice, when it was so hard to decide.

9. Arete

9

ARETE

After Amorgos we sailed to Ios, and from there to Naxos. We found no people on Ios, and no sign of Kebes. Life aboard became almost routine, up before dawn to take my watch, which I mostly spent up at the top of the mast. Watching the sun rise from up there was always incredibly beautiful. The sky slowly lightened and became pink, and the sea echoed the color and was rose-pink dotted with jade-green islands. I could see so far from the mast at dawn that the islands looked like leaping dolphins. Then sometime in the day we would come close to an island. A party would go ashore to explore, find nobody, and come back. The rest of us would go ashore to cook, hunt, and take on water. Then we’d come back aboard and either sail on overnight or stay in our fairly protected anchorage, depending on winds and what the captains thought.

The night on Amorgos we sang at the campfire, both kinds of songs, Phrygian and Dorian. Some songs we all sang together, and some people took turns singing. Father played the lyre and sang a new song he had written about Mother’s excellence and love of truth, which made everyone cry. Erinna and Phaedrus and I sang some of the choruses from The Myrmidons. It was like a festival, only better, because we hadn’t been preparing and rehearsing, it was all spontaneous. Then we all went back to the ship to sleep.

On Ios the shore party had killed a boar that ran out of the woods and attacked them. We roasted it and ate it under the stars, which seemed brighter from there than they were at home. We sang again after we had eaten. Phaedrus persuaded me to do Briseis’s duet with Patroklus. When we sat down again, Erinna leaned over from where she sat whittling and patted my arm. “You have a great voice.” My soul soared at praise from her.

“We’re fortunate that all of Pytheas’s children seem to have inherited his singing abilities,” Maia said. Neleus frowned at that, because he could never seem to sing in tune. I didn’t think singing was a particularly heroic ability. Erinna’s singing voice was clear and true.