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I said I would. I would have promised anything to the kind Horse Father, who had answered my long
prayers with a sign.

Next day in the grove Simo sidled up to me, and thrust something warm into my hands. "For you," he
said, and ran away. It was a ring-dove. He had kept it to pluck, I suppose, and changed his mind. It
trembled between my palms, while I chewed on the thought that Simo had done me sacrifice, as if I were
divine.

I looked at its bright jewelled eye, its feet like dusky coral; the bloom of the back feathers, and the magic
changing rainbow around its neck. A saying of my mother's came into my mind, that we offer to the gods
from their own creation; I remembered the birds and bulls I used to pinch from wet clay, and looked at
the workmanship in my hand. It was Simo, after all, who taught me how far man is, even at his height of
fortune, below the Immortals.

I wondered if I should sacrifice it to Poseidon. But he does not much care for birds, and I thought I
would give it back to Apollo. So I held up my hands and opened them, and let it fly.

3

After the god's sign, I no longer doubted I should grow tall. Season after season I waited, trusting. I had
seen other boys shoot up all in a year or two, even without a god to help them. Seven feet, I thought, had
been good enough for Herakles and would do for me; but I would settle for six, if Earth-Shaker required.

I turned eleven, and finished my service to Poseidon, and loosed a half-grown boar, whose tusks were
showing, in the Great Hall when the King of Tiryns was dining there. Being younger than he had looked
to me, he joined whooping in the chase, and said he had never spent an evening better; but my
grandfather whipped me all the same, saying it might as easily have been the High King of Mycenae.

I turned twelve, and played in the thicket with a land baron's daughter, who was thirteen. This came to
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nothing; she scolded me off, saying I hurt her. I argued that from all I heard, it was only to her credit; but
she said she was sure I must be doing it wrong.

None the less, I was coming into manhood. In that way, I was better grown than boys much older. But I
was still the smallest of my year but one; and when Simo brought a message from the shrine, I saw he
was a whole hand taller.

My uncle Diokles could comb his beard to a point now, and would soon be married. He laughed at my
scrapes when I was in disgrace with everyone else, taught me the skills of war and hunting, and tried to
make me spend my spirits usefully. But one day when I was thirteen, finding me out of heart beside the
wrestling ground he said to me, "See, now, Theseus, no one can do everything. Some things need a light
man, others a heavy one. Why can't you take yourself as you are? You are doing well enough. You're the
best jumper about here, long or high; you nearly always win the foot race; as for riding, you can stay on
anything; you are better than Dexios, who is better than all the rest. And you have a very straight eye,
both for the bow and javelin; I know Maleus throws further, but how often does he hit? You will make a
warrior, if you go on as you are; you're not frightened, you are quick, and you've a grip like a grown