“That’s why we have to do it,” Gelon says with feeling. “You’re right, they’re doomed, and in a few months, they’ll be gone. With the war, it might be years before we ever see another Athenian play in Syracuse. Some people are saying when Athens falls, and it has to fall, the Spartans will just burn it to the ground. There might never be another Athenian play again!” The cup cracks in his hand, and the wine splashes on the ground. “For all we know, those in the quarries are all that’s left of Athenian theatre, at least as far as Syracuse is concerned.”
