...y victories at the seasonal rites of Pallas, and each silently prayed that you could be her dear husband, Telesicrates, or her son; and in the Attic Olympia too, and in the contests of deep-bosomed Mother Earth , and in all your local games. But while I am quenching my thirst for song, someone exacts an unpaid debt from me, to awake again the ancient glory of his ancestors as well: for the sake of a Libyan w...