Many a times I wished I’d been born someone else. Life as a merchant appealed to me more than I could convey. The ability to sail the sea and go wherever the current took me—to have a freedom I was denied by being born of Sparta. In truth, Spartans were free, but in essence, I felt no more than a slave. I was imprisoned from birth—forced into a warrior’s life, one where the only escape was death or old age.
