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After much thought the president of the council spoke, “Go on our behalf, Nicias.

            Fetch this Epimenides. If he will hear your plea and he can deliver our city, we will
            reward him.” The rest of the council agreed. Nicias stood, bowed and left the
            chamber. Descending Mars Hill he headed for the harbour where a ship stood at
            anchor.


            Epimenides stepped briskly ashore followed by Nicias. The two men set out at once
            for Athens. As they entered the city, signs of the plague were everywhere, but
            Epimenides noticed something else. “Never have I seen so many gods!” he exclaimed.
            Statues of idols lined both sides of the road and hundreds decorated the rocky

            escarpment called the Acropolis, where a later generation would build the Parthenon.

            “How many gods does Athens have?” Epimenides asked. “Several hundred at least!”
            replied Nicias. “Several hundred!” echoed Epimenides. “Gods must be easier to find
            here than men!”


            “That is true,” Nicias laughed. “Yet the oracle declares that we have another god to
            appease and that you, Epimenides, are to show us that god. Apparently, we Athenians

            still need another god, despite the fact that we have collected every god we could
            carry back here by cart or by ship!”

            “Perhaps that is your problem,” said Epimenides mysteriously. Nicias did not have
            time to find out what that remark meant as by this time they had reached the council

            chamber and the elders sat waiting.

            “Epimenides, we are grateful for your….” Began the president, but Epimenides
            interrupted him.


            “Learned elders of Athens, there is no need to thank me. Tomorrow at sunrise bring a
            flock of sheep, a band of stonemasons, a large supply of stones and mortar to the
            grassy slope at the foot of the hill. The sheep must all be healthy and of different
            colours – some white and some black. You must prevent them from grazing after their

            night’s rest. They must be hungry sheep. I will rest now from my journey. Call me at
            dawn.”


            Members of the council exchanged puzzled glances at these words but Epimenides
            walked to a quiet alcove, pulled his cloak around him for a blanket and settled down
            for the night.








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