The Ferry (13)

Stop your threats and come aboard. It is time now for you to go to your trial.

And who will venture to pass judgment on a man of kingly rank?

No one will judge the king, but the dead man must come before Rhadamanthos. You will soon see him assigning his doom to each with great justice and according to merit. Don't waste any more time just now.

Make me a private citizen, Fate, if you will, a poor man, a slave instead of a king as I was. Only let me come to life again!

Where is the man with the club? And you, too, Hermes; drag him in by the foot, for he would not come voluntarily.

Come with me, you runaway. Take him, ferryman, and, to make him safe, dash it—

All right. He shall be made fast to the mast.

Assuredly I ought to be placed in the seat of honor.

Why?

Because, by Heaven, I was a despot and had a body-guard of ten thousand men.

Then Karion was right to pluck out the hair of such a mischievous creature. You will rue your tyranny when you have tasted the club.

Will Kyniskos, then, dare to raise his staff against me? Did I not almost crucify you a day or two ago because you were too free and rough and disrespectful?

That is why you, too, will stay crucified against the mast.