In the dead of night, Lysandros stood with Agesilaos at the entrance to the agora, waiting as the head Ephor and his associate approached. The second man held a torch aloft. He also carried two leather pouches.
“You are to go to the estates around Thouria,” the head Ephor said, forgoing any greeting. “In these,” he waited as the associate handed Lysandros the bags, “you will find a knife and bread and cheese for four days.”
“You are to locate and kill a helot who is setting fires and causing stoppages. It will not be easy to find him —we do not have his name. We only know he is taller than all other helots and his hair shows a tinge of auburn in the sunlight.”
The head Ephor started to turn toward the entrance to the agora but stopped. “Good luck,” he said. Then he and the associate crossed into the agora and out of view.
Lysandros looked down at Agesilaos and found an expression of enormous excitement on his face.