Tonight I dine with my father, who is ever diligent of his responsibility as host. Of this I am glad, for I think his wife, Medeia, is not honest in her welcome. There is something in the darkness of her eyes and, although I have not pronounced myself, I thinks she knows well who I am. Still, this shall be my last entry before I reveal my parentage to my father so I will account of my time in Attica and my arrival in Athens proper.
Attica is a land very lush in small plant life and I felt my step lighten over the dark grasses as I beheld the sparkling river, Kephisos. I approached and laid down my club and sack and looked out at the other side of the water. So absorbed was I, that I didn't hear Phytalus' five sons approach and greet me. I am an honorable man and revealed myself their kinsmen's killer as they are cousins to Sinis. However, they knew of Sinis' malign intent and forgave me his death. All five men bade me walk with them and before the alter of Gracious Zeus, Zeus Meilichios, I held myself pliant as they purified my soul at the stone slab, my head bowed. That this clan, a kin to Sinis, offered their blessing is telling to the rightness of my journey and I continued on my way to Athens pure of heart and relieved of my sin. It is a good way to greet a father, I think.
As it happened, I come into Athens on my father's sacred day. 'Tis the eighth day of Kronos and I located my father's household at the temple of Apollo Delphinios celebrating the day with much flair. The temple is incomplete, having no dome to it, but I shall be grateful for this, come time for me to sit with Aegis. There are many in attendance and my ears rang as I found them there, with the gleeful laughter and spoken word of so many.
I have not revealed myself, as I say, but requested shelter as a guest of Athens, which my father's steward easily granted. I glimpsed both my father and his wife briefly and it was as my eyes met hers, that I sensed her recognition of me. It was, in fact, the narrowing of her gaze and the feeling of ill emanating from her, that stayed my voice from declaring myself then. What provoked my concern, I can not identify, but I shall rectify my silence this evening.
No more shall I write in this book, of my life. I shall begin a new accounting as the son of the king of Athens and celebrate my union with my father as I celebrate divesting the road between my mother's land, Troezen, and my father's land Athens. Theseus of Troezen is no more!
