Publisher's Synopsis
The crier paused for the fifth time. The crowd-knotty Spartans, keen Athenians, perfumed Sicilians-pressed his pulpit closer, elbowing for the place of vantage. Amid a lull in their clamour the crier recommenced. "And now, men of Hellas, another time hearken. The sixth contestant in the pentathlon, most honourable of the games held at the Isthmus, is Glaucon, son of Conon the Athenian; his grandfather-" a jangling shout drowned him. "The most beautiful man in Hellas!" "But an effeminate puppy!" "Of the noble house of Alcmaeon!" "The family's accursed!" "A great god helps him-even Eros." "Ay-the fool married for mere love. He needs help. His father disinherited him." "Peace, peace," urged the crier; "I'll tell all about him, as I have of the others. Know then, my masters, that he loved, and won in marriage, Hermione, daughter of Hermippus of Eleusis. Now Hermippus is Conon's mortal enemy; therefore in great wrath Conon disinherited his son, -but now, consenting to forgive him if he wins the parsley crown in the pentathlon-" "A safe promise," interrupted a Spartan in broadest [pg 4]Doric; "the pretty boy has no chance against Lycon, our Laconian giant." "Boaster!" retorted an Athenian. "Did not Glaucon bend open a horseshoe yesterday?" "Our M rocles did that," called a Mantinean; whereupon the crier, foregoing his long speech on Glaucon's noble ancestry, began to urge the Athenians to show their confidence by their wagers. "How much is staked that Glaucon can beat Ctesias of Epidaurus?" "We don't match our lion against mice!" roared the noisiest Athenian. "Or Amyntas of Thebes?" "Not Amyntas! Give us Lycon of Sparta.""
