Magister Craft: Ohhh My head is killing me. Where in the world are we? Daniel: In the bottom of a ship. But where this ship is, I don’t know. MC: What happened? I don’t recall. D: Pirates captured us. MC: That’s it. Now I recall. What is to be done? D: We must wait. The pirates are up there. We can’t escape. MC: Oh, we will be slaves, or dead! D: Maybe. Unless someone comes to save us, like happened when Caesar was captured by pirates. MC: Caesar? I don’t know that story. Please, tell me the story. D: It’s a short story. “Once, Caesar was captured by pirates. He remained with them for nearly forty days, while his comrades were sent to Rome to ask for money. Caesar joked with the pirates saying, ‘He would return one day, and would make them pay most dearly.’ Of course, the pirates laughed. Caesar’s comrades returned, and Caesar was freed. Then Caesar returned with a ship full of soldiers. And he did what he had promised before He made those pirates pay most dearly. MC: That’s an incredible story! I wish a certain Caesar would also come and save us. Soldier: The general Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa approaches. Agrippa: Hello, sailors. Where are you coming from? Pirate: Hello, general. We are coming from Africa. What are you looking for? A: A few days ago, a Roman ship was captured. It is a propraetor’s ship, and now the propraetor and his family are missing. Have you seen or heard anything? P: Good gods! I have neither seen nor heard anything. I hope they are not dead, due to some storm or some other calamity. A: Me too. Well, if you see or hear anything, let me know. You should send a message to Rome. P: I understand, and I will do so. A: Thank you. Farewell, sailor. P: Farewell, general. Soldier: General! His sails! These guys are pirates! P: Not at all, not at all! I can explain! Wait! There’s no need for this! MC: We are free! Hello! A: Hello to you, comrades. I am Marcus Agrippa. MC: Yes, I already know who you are. Thank you. A: You are welcome. Now let’s go home. Come with us. MC: Agrippa, is this ship a bireme or trireme? A: It’s a bireme. Why? Are you a master? MC: Yes, I am. Do I have permission to sail? A: Are you a ship’s master? MC: I’m a *cough* school master. A: Ha! I understand. Therefore my friend, you neither have permission to sail, nor the ability. MC: Ha! I tried! Rome, finally! Farewell, Daniel. Have a safe trip. D: Farewell, to you, Magister Craft. MC: And thank you, Agrippa, for saving us. A: Farewell, Magister Craft A: Oh, Agrippa, say hello to Augustus for me. A: Uhhh…sure…whatever you say. Farewell. MC: Farewell! ‘Live and tell’ What does that mean? Should I live to tell? Who must live? Of course, I am alive, but what should I tell? Stories? And which stories? Made up stories? Should someone else tell the stories and not I? Why must I live? What does that mean? I don’t understand. Hi, Silvia! How are you? Silvia: I am well, thanks. And you, Magister, are you well? Did you have a good trip? MC: It wasn’t a trip, but an odyssey! S: Is that so? MC: Yeah! There was a shipwreck, a cyclops, S: A cyclops?! MC: Yes! And my friend died. And the Pythia told me some obscure thing I can hardly understand her. It was truly, an odyssey. S: The Delphic oracle?! MC: Yeah! The Pythia herself! S: What did the Pythia tell you? MC: ‘Live and tell’. S: ‘Live and tell’. Do you have to live or who has to live? MC: I think I am supposed to live. S: What are you supposed to tell? MC: I don’t know. S: Unfortunately, I can’t help you. But what would you like to eat today? MC: Ah! So you can help me! Oh Melanthius. I give thanks to you, my friend, because you saved me. I did not find your body, but the ax with which you saved me. Cross the River Styx, my friend. May you rest in peace. Students, please. Students, sit down. You all are here to learn. Enough! Come students. Today, I will tell you all a story about my odyssey. Student: Shh, be quiet! He’s telling a story. MC: While on a certain island, because of the shipwreck, I with my friend in front of a massive cave **And now I understand ‘live and tell’. I must live my life, like always. Then, I must tell students about my deeds. Deeds without stories should not be told, at all! It’s not right to only just say, I don’t know… ‘Romulus was the first king of the Romans, and the second king was Numa.’ We ought to tell the story. Isn’t our whole life a story? Look at them. Earlier, they weren’t sitting, they weren’t listening, but now, silently and intently they look at me, and they listen to the story. It’s remarkable. Thanks to the Pythia and to Apollo! Farewell! Apollo: You did well, my dear Magister. Farewell!