Assassin

Handro is taking a well earned sabbatical, a chance to rest in Athens, now captured. One night a slight sound disturbs him. The spreading wetness by his side tells him his sleeping companion has been murdered. Is the assassin still in the room? Who is he? Why does he want Handro dead? All is not as it seems as even his allies are turning against him. Has the whole of Greece gone mad?

It is 393BC and Handro is fighting for his own life in his own bed while the world waits breathlessly on the victor.