“A compliment to your wine, Queen Phaedra,” he said. “It is so good that I have to ask if it comes from Dionysus himself.” I laughed. “We cannot quite boast of that, good captain, but our vineyards are excellent in Athens.” I thought he was joking. “Ah, I wondered if it had been a gift from your mighty brother-in-law,” he said. I squinted at him. “I beg your pardon?” He was confused by my bewilderment. “Dionysus, your sister’s husband, the god of wine…” He trailed off at the expression on my face. “I think we speak at cross-purposes, captain,” I said. “I have no sister living anymore.” I
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