The party was well under way. Old Leonidas with his sleeves rolled up to his brawny biceps led the dancing and upbraided the old fiddler for not keeping the proper time. Those not dancing were eating and drinking at heavy trestle tables under the trees. When he caught sight of Nick and Xenia, Leonidas broke off dancing and greeted them heartily, a winy grin across his weathered old face. "No man travels faster than the gods intend," he bellowed.
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