Chapter 4 - The Voice of Aspasia

The dawn broke softly over Hymettus, but there was little joy in it for Κάλλιας. He had risen early, as he always did. The others were still sleeping when he stepped into the yard. The olives were beginning to swell on the tree near the wall. A good year for fruit. But he would not be tending them today.

"μὰ τὸν Δία," he muttered...