The Lion's Slave
Illustrated by Helen Flook
A & C Black • London
First published 2007 by
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Text copyright © 2007 Terry Deary
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Table of Contents
Syracuse, 213 BC
Aesop the Greek storyteller said:
You may share the work of the great, but you will not share the rewards
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My master liked to call me stupid. “You are stupid, Lydia,” he would say. “If you had twice as many brains, you’d be a half-wit.”
That was a clever thing to say. But then my master, Archimedes, was the cleverest man in the whole of Greece. So if he called me stupid, then I must have been.
I cleaned his rooms …
and washed his clothes …
cooked his meals …
and helped him test his machines.
Because Archimedes was a great inventor, they called him the Lion of Syracuse. And he often roared at me like a lion.
“I bet your brain feels as good as new, seeing that you’ve never used it,” he told me.
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
And I was clumsy. When I tried to dust the bottles and jars in his workshop, I often spilled them.
“You are a donkey, Lydia. What are you?”
“A donkey, sir,” I said.
There was a story about Archimedes taking a bath one day, long before I went to work for him. He lay in the bath and the water overflowed.
