ATH. Yes, his renown is indeed glorious and well befitting a son of Zeus. And, since you and our friend Megillus were both brought up in legal institutions of so noble a kind, you would, I imagine, have no aversion to our occupying ourselves as we go along in discussion on the subject of government and laws. Certainly, as I am told, the road from Cnosus to the cave[1] and temple of Zeus is a long one, and we are sure to find, in this sultry weather, shady resting-places among the high trees along the road in them we can rest ofttimes, as befits our age, beguiling the time with discourse, and thus complete our journey in comfort.
CLIN. True, Stranger; and as one proceeds further one finds in the groves cypress-trees of wonderful height and beauty, and meadows too, where we may rest ourselves and talk.
ATH. You say well.
CLIN. Yes, indeed: and when we set eyes on them we shall say so still more emphatically. So let us be going, and good luck attend us!
ATH. Amen! And tell me now, for what reason did your law ordain the common meals you have, and your gymnastic schools and military equipment?
CLIN. Our Cretan customs, Stranger, are, as I think, such as anyone may grasp easily. As you may notice, Crete, as a whole, is not a level country, like Thessaly: consequently, whereas the Thessalians mostly go on horseback, we Cretans are runners, since this land of ours is rugged and more suitable
- ↑ The grotto of Dicte on Mt. Ida.
