I’m almost finished The Falcon of Sparta though, but better late than never.
The mountain cradled the city like a mother with a child in her lap. Before climbing the steps to the great plateau, Cyrus decided to lead his personal guard to the river. The Spartans left their armour and weapons on the bank and charged into the water, gleefully washing away the dust and sweat of four hundred miles.
— The Falcon of Sparta by Conn Iggulden