Creon. He was killed; and the god now bids us revenge it on his murderers, whoever they be.
Oedipus. Where shall we come upon their track after all these years? Did he meet his death in house or field, at home or in some foreign land?
Creon. In a foreign land: he was journeying to Delphi.
Oedipus. Did no fellow-traveller see the deed? Was there none there who could be questioned?
Creon. All perished but one man who fled in terror and could tell for certain but one thing of all he had seen.
Oedipus. One thing might be a clue to many things.
Creon. He said that they were fallen upon by a great troop of robbers.
Oedipus. What robbers would be so daring unless bribed from here?
Creon. Such things were indeed guessed at, but Laius once dead no avenger arose. We were amid our troubles.
Oedipus. But when royalty had fallen what troubles could have hindered search?
Creon. The riddling sphinx put those dark things out of our thoughts—we thought of what had come to our own doors.
Oedipus. But I will start afresh and make the dark things plain. In doing right by
