Clark promptly gets treated to a variation of Air Eirene, which involves vanishing in a shower of gold sparks from Athens, and appearing about ten seconds later in Olympia, standing on a wide, flat stretch of ground, with sides sloping up at gradual intervals.

The reverence on Eirene's face is visible.

"Twenty seven hundred years ago," she whispers, "give or take a century, the first Games was held right here."