3.
The sailing season was upon us and, after a winter of laboring to raise Himera's walls, the men of Phocaea were restless, sniffing the winds and studying the heavenly portents. Dionysius had launched a new ship and both the penteconters had been caulked and tarred tighter than ever. There was not an oar, a rope or a knothole that Dionysius had not inspected with his own eyes. In the evening the sailors were already sharpening their light weapons and the marines, grown fat over the winter, were struggling to don their breastplates and cuirasses of bronze scales and piercing new holes in their straps. The oarsmen were singing rowdy songs of farewell, while the men who had married Himeran women in the autumn were beginning to wonder whether it would, after all, be wise to subject a frail woman to the dangers of the sea. And so the women, despite their tears and pleading, were to remain behind in Himera.
But Krinippos decreed that every wedded man must provide his wife with funds in accordance with his position on the ship, thirty drachmas for an oar and one hundred drachmas for a sword. In addition, every Himeran woman, whether single or wedded, who had become pregnant during the winter was to receive ten silver drachmas from Dionysius' treasure.
Enraged by such extortionate demands, the sailors gathered in the market place to scream that Krinippos was the most thankless tyrant and the greediest human they had ever known.
"Are we the only men in Himera?" they wailed. "After all, your own symbol is the cock, and it is not our fault if we were contaminated by your city's whoredom. All winter we have labored like slaves for you, and by night were so exhausted that we could only fall into bed. It is surely not our fault if the city's maidens--yes, and matrons too-- crept in beside us."
But Krinippos was merciless. "The law is the law, and my word is the law in Himera. But willingly I grant you permission to take your wives with you and also those maidens whom you have made pregnant. The choice is yours."
During the confusion Dionysius stood apart and made no attempt to defend his men. He still had to obtain water and supplies for the ships and above all the treasure from Krinippos' stone vaults. As the men stormed about the market place, tearing their clothes in rage, he studied each shrewdly.
Suddenly he clutched the arm of the noisiest rower. "What is that mark on your back?"
The man glanced over his shoulder and explained eagerly, "It is a holy mark that will protect me in battle and cost only one drachma."
A group of men clustered around Dionysius, each anxious to show his own holy crescent. Angrily Dionysius asked, "How many of you have such a mark and who made them?"
More than half the men had hastened to obtain the charm and the wounds had not yet healed, for the seer had but recently arrived in Himera. With a sharp knife he had shaped the crescent on the edge of the left shoulder blade, painted it with holy indigo, covered it with holy ashes and finally spat holy spittle on it.
"Bring forth the seer that I may study his own shoulder blade," commanded Dionysius. But the seer who but a few minutes earlier had been drawing holy symbols on his tablet in a corner of the market place had suddenly disappeared, nor could he be found anywhere in the city.
That evening Dionysius came to see us with the chief helmsman of his large ship. "We are in grave danger because of that blue mark," he said. "Krinippos will come here tonight to discuss the matter. Let us say nothing of our own affairs and merely listen to him."
Dorieus explained eagerly, "My plans are now ready. I am glad that you, Dionysius, have decided to join forces with me so that we no longer have to compete for leadership."
Dionysius sighed patiently. "That is so. But do not breathe a word about Segesta in Krinippos' presence or he will not permit us to sail. Can't we agree that I will have command at sea and you on land?"
"That may be best," conced…
