Sometimes, Delphi had to go to the graveyard in the Kerameikos to tend to a grave. It was one of the few jobs that fell to the girls in Athens. She didn’t really want to do it today, so she thought she may as well bring Zeno with her for a walk. It’s quite difficult to take a tortoise for a walk.
When she arrived, she put him down by the side of the road. He seemed to get stuck in the long grass for a bit, before he discovered some weeds and happily started devouring them.
Delphi watched him for a while, as she tended to the graveside, taking away the dying flowers, sweeping it clear of leaves and insects, and occasionally glancing up at the monuments around her. Zeno seemed at home here. Not that he looked at the monuments. Not even the one of the giant bull which towered over the road – a monument to Dionysus. No, he kept his head down and concentrated on chewing. Delphi kept her head down too.
“Is that your tortoise?” said a man, after a while, who was passing.
“No,” said Delphi. “He just lives with us. I think he’s his tortoise.”
The man laughed and bent down to pick him up. Zeno squirmed his legs awkwardly until the man put him down again.
“He doesn’t like that, you know,” she commented.
The man shrugged. “Who knows what a tortoise likes?” He walked away.
“I know what this tortoise likes,” Delphi whispered back to him. “He likes to be left alone.”