[8] I.e. the temple of Bendis (the Thracian Artemis). Cf. Plat. "Rep."
327, 354; and Prof. Jowett, "Plato," vol. iii. pp. 193, 226.

[9] Lit. "Enyalius," in Homer an epithet of Ares; at another date (cf.
Aristoph. "Peace," 456) looked upon as a distinct divinity.

Having so spoken, he turned round, facing the foemen, and kept quiet,
for the order passed by the soothsayer enjoined on them, not to charge
before one of their side was slain or wounded. "As soon as that
happens," said the seer, "we will lead you onwards, and the victory
shall be yours; but for myself, if I err not, death is waiting." And
herein he spoke truly, for they had barely resumed their arms when he
himself as though he were driven by some fatal hand, leapt out in
front of the ranks, and so springing into the midst of the foe, was
slain, and lies now buried at the passage of the Cephisus. But the
rest were victorious, and pursued the routed enemy down to the level
ground. There fell in this engagement, out of the number of the
Thirty, Critias himself and Hippomachus, and with them Charmides,[10]
the son of Glaucon, one of the ten archons in Piraeus, and of the rest
about seventy men. The arms of the slain were taken; but, as fellow-
citizens, the conquerors forebore to despoil them of their coats. This
being done, they proceeded to give back the dead under cover of a
truce, when the men, on either side, in numbers stept forward and
conversed with one another. Then Cleocritus (he was the Herald of the
Initiated,[11] a truly "sweet-voiced herald," if ever there was),
caused a deep silence to reign, and addressed their late combatants as
follows: "Fellow-citizens--Why do you drive us forth? why would you
slay us? what evil have we wrought you at any time? or is it a crime
that we have shared with you in the most solemn rites and sacrifices,