“It wasn’t something that seemed possible.” Marias studied the scrolls and smiled. “Now it does. Why did you think we ran into each other so much in Egpyt researching the Library of Alexandria?”
“The destruction of the Library covers a lot of territory historically. The Romans. Queen Zenobia of the Palmyrene Empire. And what the Romans didn’t destroy, the Muslims under Caliph Omar did.”
“True, but for me the quest has always been about the tomb of Alexander.” Marias grinned sadly. “I was not the one hoping to find some vestiges of the Library itself.”
“They’re out there. There’s no way a Library that massive could have had everything within its walls lost forever.”
“I know, and I hope that one day you find them.” Marias tapped the pile of scrolls. “But for the moment, we have these, and if we get lucky, we will have Alexander’s final resting place as well.”
Lourds smiled. “Is that coffee I smell?”
“It is, and I could get you some. Or I’d be delighted to take you and your entourage to breakfast if you’d like to wait a few minutes. There is a little place not far from here that makes an excellent Turkish coffee. They use fresh beans and serve it cok sekerli, so sweet it will make your head swim. It should be a sin, really.”
Lourds looked at Captain Fitrat. “Breakfast?”
“If we have not been found so far, I think it should be safe.”
Marias smiled. “Excellent.”
***
Café Trident
The café sat on the ground floor of a three-story building in the heart of old downtown Athens. A canopy blunted the early morning sun, and a breeze danced through the trees left growing in front of the building. A low retaining wall followed the zigzag street on one side, and a larger stone wall held a cluster of trees on a short promontory. Within just a few steps, a person could go from the shops to a small patch of wilderness.
Since the streets were so narrow in the old part of the city, they’d had to park the cars a couple blocks away and walk. Lourds enjoyed the hike because it reinvigorated him. It didn’t replace the need for sleep, of course, but his blood was moving well again, and his brain was functioning on all cylinders.
They took a table in the back of the small café, and the middle-aged woman proprietor had smiled at the young soldiers. Lourds didn’t know if it was because they were good-looking young men for the most part, or if she knew they would bring big appetites.
Counting the seven young soldiers, Captain Fitrat, Marias, and himself, there were ten at the table. It would definitely constitute a big ticket.
Marias rubbed his hands together. “I take it none of you gentlemen other than Thomas has been to Greece before?”
They all shook their heads.
“Ever had Greek food?”
A few had.
“May I order for us?”
All accepted the offer.
Lourds listened as Marias produced an order for a selection of foods. Usually the Greeks had a late breakfast after starting their day with coffee or hot chocolate to get them going. Then, at about ten or so, they ordered pastries and pies stuffed with feta cheese and eggs, yogurt, spinach, custard, or minced meat.
When the woman went away yelling orders to the cooks in the back, Marias turned back to the group. “You will love the bougatsa. It’s rolled so thin you can read a newspaper through it, and the custard Mrs. Tselementes makes is phenomenal. Trust me, you will enjoy breakfast.”
Lourds reached into his backpack between his feet and took out his journal. He turned to the last few pages where he’d been making notes and started reviewing them. By the time he’d finished, Mrs. Tselementes had returned with their coffees.
“I suppose you didn’t have any momentous breakthroughs while I was napping?” Lourds sipped his coffee carefully. It was hot and sweet, exactly as Marias had promised.
“No, you and I had agreed on the basics of the story Callisthenes tells. Figuring out that the key was Pittacus’s quote on Delos was genius.”
“Not really. From the description in the scroll, it couldn’t have been any place other than Delos. Aristotle took Alexander there to discuss the beginnings of the Delian League.”
“And in hopes of converting Alexander’s curiosities about other cultures into a force that would serve the Hellenic leaders.”
“Yes.”
Marias smiled. “But that deduction wasn’t so easy. Not one in a hundred scholars would have caught the reference to the ‘land