"There is Herodorus!" Aristophanes cried out. "He has the gust of the Wind God in him! He can blow two trumpets at once!" Edwinus smiled. Herodorus of Megara had won the trumpeters' competition ten years running.

The rest of the day, Edwinus and Aristophanes watched as athletes and trainers took additional vows and made sacrifices to their patron gods and heroes. Some searched out seers and soothsayers. There was always the chance that good news would come through them from the gods, and the athletes would find themselves god-appointed to be the winners! Barring this, there was always last-minute practice!

"The crowds jostle you about everywhere at Olympia these days!" one old man complained. "Surely," Aristophanes whispered, "he is remembering how much room there was a thousand years ago!" The two held their sides in laughter. Overhead, in the clear blue sky, the sun burned down upon them. "Apollo, enough!"

The altis terrace was robed in intense green. On one side stood the Hill of Cronus, father of Zeus. On the other three sides were the Rivers Alphaeus and Cladeus. Bright yellow flowers embellished the green of trees and bushes and grass.

"Time to check out the stadium!" Aristophanes began to run. Off the two leaped down to the foot of the Hill of Cronus.

source: Olympic games in Ancient Greece by Shirley Glubok and Alfred Tamarin, pp. 18-19