By Jeffery A. Sergent
“… and before the boat’s bottom had reached the rocky shore, Leonides leapt into the waiting warriors, his bright blade slicing armor, shield, flesh, and bone with a single pass.” The storyteller, perched atop a large stone, paused to give the images time to ferment in the imaginations of his audience.
“I heard he’s stronger than Herakles,” someone said.
“I heard his father was a god,” came another.
A red-haired youth whispered, “I heard he was a god.”