Reclining on the mountainside just above the ancient well, Jainus gazed morosely at the scattered sheep grazing below. Lifting his eyes to the distant deep blue line of the Aegean Sea, he sighed longingly, yearning for the fantastic adventures sung of by the roving poets and minstrels. But as he watched, a dusty travel-stained figure appeared trudging up the winding path leading to the well. The appearance of this stranger into the least of the...