Marsilia And there it was, the great achievement of my political career, in haste, in the fountain room of Thessaly. Platonic Saeli didn’t need to ransom themselves individually from Jathery anymore. I had freed them all with a coin he had given me. I don’t know how I sounded, but I was frightened inside the whole time. I’d spent all that time with Jathery, thinking gla was Hermes, but seeing gla in gla real form threatening Hilfa was terrifying. If I hadn’t spent that time with gla in disguise, and especially if I hadn’t known that we were guest-friends, I doubt I’d have been able to stand up to gla. I think it was what gla wanted, though. Gla wasn’t pretending. Gla would have liked to take back the power gla put into Hilfa. But gla was also tricking us, tricking me. Gla really wanted the Saeli to be free and equipped with Platonic ideas. Why else had gla given me the purse? It was one of gla riddles, and I think I guessed right. I was focused on that, and it wasn’t until Sokrates used the word marriage that I fully realized what I’d done to my friends.
