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You got the workers and farmers to calm down by having them arm-wrestle as Heraces did? You are a clever one, Titi.

But you already found the solution last night. You just fell asleep in a pile of apples due to exhaustion.

Shame about the apple cider... you were planning to treat the workers and farmers, and get them to work together after they got a little tipsy, weren't you?

Correct. But it's being put to good use to treat an honored guest.

No better medicine for boat sickness, if you're still feeling it! <i>Yia mas!</i>

<i>Yia mas!</i>

Oh, so sweet—this is good!

Please, tell me honestly... even though we had the same idea, was it perhaps inappropriate for me to interfere with the rebuilding of the First Temple?

Because you're the Sargonian ambassador?

Because Sargon was—

Just answer this question, Titi. Do you think the Whitemane King's conquest of Minos was necessary?

No.

Even though it distracted Sargonians from internal strife?

The empire needs to solve its own issues! Blaming it on innocent neighbors is a sign of incompetence.

Although I probably wouldn't be so frank, back in Sargon...

Fine words, fine words! Have another drink! <i>Yamas!</i>

I didn't think a woman so carefree and whimsical would be so pointed when discussing history.

As long as your answer comes from the heart and not concern for your own safety, I think we'll become very good friends.

Priestess Pallas—

Is this how you address a friend?

Then... Just Pallas. I believe one must not forget oneself, no matter where one goes.

Pepe—a friend of mine back in Sargon—says my train of thought is all over the place and I have no common sense, but that's another matter entirely!

Looks like the Sargon padishahs made a wise choice in picking you to lead the mission...

Don't worry, the workers and farmers are very fond of you. We know a bad egg when we see one, and we don't hate all Sargonians.

Besides, at a time like this, simply participating in the rebuilding of the First Temple is hardly crossing any lines, as long as it helps solve problems.

What do you mean?

Look at the pillars, reliefs, and decorations inside the temple. Most of the details are unfinished. The amphitheater outside? There's no slope with the audience seats, so anyone behind the third row can't see what's going on in the center.

And the Kereseira statue that's supposed to be in the middle of the theater? It's still being polished by its perfectionist sculptor.

That's...

<i>A huge-ass problem.</i> No need to weigh your words—it's not like we're writing poetry. Everyone knows that our progress has been way behind schedule.

Have another drink. <i>Opa!</i>

Now, there's no hard-and-fast deadline. Things will get done eventually, even if the pursuit of perfection keeps delaying things. But a lot of people will be affected, if the delays continue.

The orchard harvests...

Yes. Arm-wrestling and cider might not solve things next time... speaking of cider, you're going through it quickly. Want another cup?

Please! I do have a question, though.

What is it?

You help the craftsmen solve their problems, and they rely on you. But you don't look concerned at all, even though you're supposed to be the project's supervisor.

Hm? No, I wasn't ever the supervisor.

Say what now?

The old tradition only calls for a priest, in this case Kassandra, to give the go-ahead. There is no supervisor for the project itself.

It's not a job for an idle drunk like me. However...

You look like a reasonable gal, and you catch on quick.

(Takes another swill) Mm...

What did you say? I was distracted...

No, nothing.

You went through a whole bottle already? You sure can hold your drink. My brew's pretty strong, you know.

Something's not right... didn't you say this cider would help with my boat sickness? I only seem to get dizzier and dizzier...

Hey, booze dizziness beats water dizziness, right? Drink until you pass out, and everything will be fine when you wake up the next morning. Including a bit of boat sickness.

Whuh?

I'm sorry, Father, Mother. I've been infected with Oripathy. Your line of work would never let an Infected take over, so now, I'm free to do what I want, right?

I know I can't stay at home any longer. I'll move out as soon as I can. Don't worry about me, I'm able to care for myself now, and I don't need to trouble my family for anything.

But if it's alright, could you leave my flower garden where it is? They're just plants. Oripathy won't taint them.

Please, let me say goodbye.

It's been a long time since I last came back to Athenius. Did I forget the way?

The public garden west of the agora... I should be in the right place. Where's Kassandra?

Did you think a member of the Athenian Council would meet privately with a Rhodes Islander in a public place?

Looks like you've been away for so long that you've forgotten how things work here.

Lydia? It was you who wanted to see me?

I heard you're the Astynomos of Athenius now? I had wanted to catch up with you sometime, but setting up the Rhodes Island branch office took so much time—

I know. You've done a lot of things for the Infected in the two months that you've been back in Athenius. You could hardly have found the time to come home.

I don't plan on going home, Lydia. They...

Don't worry, you wouldn't run into those vain relatives, even if you went back to the estate.

What is it?

Two years ago, the Athopoulou family declared bankruptcy and quit the herb business. The remaining family members have since moved out of Athenius.

I see...

Looks like you really don't care anymore.

There isn't much worth remembering about the place, other than my garden.

Your mother used to bring you to play with me in the garden. You came to our house after she passed away.

I taught you about plants and their fragrances. You showed little interest, but you planted the blue boronias with me together, just like the ones here...

You've really forgotten.

Wait... don't tell me, this public garden...

This is the flowerbed where you studied and planted medicinal herbs.

Your parents sold the land to the Athenian government to pay off their debts, soon after I became Astynomos.

Did you think they would protect it? Honor the request of the daughter they exiled?

You've changed, Lydia.

So have you.

Visiting the Infected, contacting the healing priests, and even reaching out to Kassandra to make sure that veneration of traditional heroism by the Infected would not get in the way of their treatment.

Handling procedure used to be your great weakness. Now, you've learned to circumvent the parts of city administration where the power structure is yet unclear, and go over the head of the new Astynomos.

I see. You didn't come to reminisce about old times. You want to prevent me from talking to the priests—

To take the authority to establish and maintain the Infected medical system from the Athenian Council and give it to the Astynomos.

You picked up on that fast.

It wouldn't be the first time Rhodes Island has dealt with a power-hungry official.

What Rhodes Island does in an unofficial capacity is none of my business, be it making visits or distributing medicine. You're already doing it, without communication with the Astynomos.

But you know that changes are coming to Minos, be it the rebuilding of the First Temple, the visit of the Sargonian mission, or the establishment of an Oripathy treatment system.

The legends of the Minoan heroes are in our blood, but the same traditions have also brought about convoluted governance, inefficient systems, and backward thinking.

You know that better than anyone else.

I want to say you can do whatever you want, as long as an Oripathy treatment system is established, and my patients get what they need.

But you're the only one in the family I still care about. You're my sister, and I don't want you to put yourself in danger.

Looks like our dear 'ambassador' actually did go strolling off to visit the temple construction site.

All's well, I suppose. She'll be a fine distraction while I dig into this Astynomos' background. Is the ceremony really delayed, or is she intentionally stalling? If she shows us any disrespect...

Make the preparations. We're going to the Astynomos' Office.

What? Who's this girl? Guards!

Beg your pardon, Your Excellency. This is my traveling companion. We hail from Corinia and Lachedamon, invited to attend the ceremony as guests.

She's passionate about Sargonian culture and insisted on catching a glimpse of the ambassador upon hearing that the mission is lodging here. I couldn't stop her.

The ambassador... ahem. You have sharp eyes.

You were invited to attend, though? I haven't heard anything from the Astynomos. I understand that the venue of the exchange ceremony has not been confirmed.

Ah, I shouldn't have babbled, then. Perhaps Lydia intended it to be a surprise.

I am Períandros, priest of Corinia. We learned about the diplomatic mission to Athenius six months ago.

Six months? That long ago?

Yes. The climate of Sargon is very different from that of Minos. Lydia asked me to procure Sargonian-made goods from Corinia in order to make you and the rest of the delegation feel at home.