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60 On the next day, three rich youths journeyed across the Gulf of Corinth to tiny Eanthus, that they might reverence Demades, even as a demigod.

"He must be tall as this mast!" said one of them, with eyes flashing.

"He must be mighty as this sea during a tempest!" said the second.

"He must be beautiful as the evening star in yonder sky!" said the third dreamily.

In tiny Eanthur, Demades the exile from Athens, was pointed out to them.

On a dirty mat in a courtyard sat a decrepit cripple. His head was grey with the remains of dishevelled, matted hair.

With lean and grimy hands he was intently and eagerly searching for vermin in his tattered tunic.