This book is almost about 300. In the first chapter, one of the Spartan was capture because he survive in the battle. The king asked himself how he survive in the battle, who does he love, and how to make him laugh. The king wanted him to teach the king's soldiers to be the best soldiers in his kingdom.
They said that Thermophylae is a spa and the word in Greek means "Hot Gates" from the thermal springs. The springs and pass themselves were not considered by the Hellenes to belong to the natives on one of the area, but they said they are open only in Greece. They had a double spring sacred to Persephone, called the Skyllian fountain, on the foot of the bluff beside the Middle Gate. When the Spartan arrived, he refused to avail himself of this shelter.
I don't konw if this chapter is talking about someone's past or right now in the book, but I'll tell you what is about in this chapter. They had a slave in his father"s farm when (the talker is talking about his past) he was a child. The slave's name is Bruxieus. Briuxieus is a Elean and he was captured by the Argives in battle when he was only nineteen years old.
They found Bruxieus on the morn of the second day. His slave brand had saved his life. It was starting to rain on the evening. The East of the Field of Ares, where the fallen in the war were buried, there was a man digging a grave for an infant.
Someone said that the ghost linger and haunt the scenes of their days under the sun. Dienekes was walking with Alexandros, alone except for his own squire and himself, to a spot under the temple of Athena Protectress of the city. Dienekes already won two prizes of valor, at Erythrae against the Thebans, the Corinthians and their Arkadian allies. I think few days later, Dienekes sat opon the earth under the Twins. He gestured to Alexandros to take the place with him.
Bruxieus intuited his thoughts and he tried in his gentle way to disarm them. That night, the fever alternated with fits of teeth rattling ague. One fever racked night, Diomache and Bruxieus wrapped him with skins and set off foraging. Diomache reached him scrabbling over the snowy crest and he lurching into the grove of pines.
