of the Parthenon.  Here is the “great altar” of Athena, whereon the “hecatombs” will be sacrificed, even a hundred oxen or more,[&] at some of the major public festivals; and close beside it stands also a small and simple altar sacred to Athena Parthenos, Athena the Virgin.  Suitable attendants have been in readiness since dawn waiting for worshippers.  One of Phormion’s party leads behind him a bleating white lamb “without blemish."[$] It is a short matter now to bring the firewood and the other necessaries.  The sacrifice takes place without delay.

[*]The most important function of these watchers seems to have been to prevent dogs from entering the Acropolis.  Probably they were inefficient old men favored with sinecure offices.

[+]The Acropolis seems to have become a great “show place” for visitors to Athens soon after the completion of the famous temples.

[&]We know by an inscription of 169 oxen being needed for a single Athenian festival.

[$]This was a very proper creature to sacrifice to a great Olympian deity like Athena.  Goats were not suitable for her, although desirable for most of the other gods.  It was unlawful to sacrifice swine to Aphrodite.  When propitiating the gods of the underworld,—­Hades, Persephone, etc.,—­a black victim was in order.  Poor people could sacrifice doves, cocks, and other birds.

First a busy “temple sweeper” goes over the ground around the altar with a broom; then the regular priest, a dignified gray-headed man with a long ungirt purple chiton, and a heavy olive garland, comes forward bearing a basin of holy water.  This basin is duly passed to the whole company as it stands in a ring, and each in turn dips his hand and sprinkles his face and clothes with the lustral water.  Meantime the attendant has placed another wreath around the head of the lamb.  The priest raises his hand.

“Let there be silence,” he commands (lest any unlucky word be spoken); and in a stillness broken only by the auspicious twittering of the sparrows amid the Parthenon gables, he takes barley corns from a basket, an sprinkles them on the altar and over the lamb.  With his sacred knife he cuts a lock of hair from the victims head and casts it on the fire.  Promptly now the helper comes forward to complete the sacrifice.  Phormion and his friends are a little anxious.  Will the lamb take fright, hang back, and have to be dragged to its unwilling death?  The clever attendant has cared for that.  A sweet truss of dried clover is lying just under the altar.  The lamb starts forward, bleating joyously.  As it bows its head[*] as if consenting to its fate the priest stabs it dexterously in the neck with his keen blade.  The helper claps a bowl under the neck to catch the spurting blood.  A flute player in readiness, but hitherto silent, suddenly strikes up a keen blast to drown the dying moans of the animal.  Hardly has the lamb ceased to struggle before the