•As the prison grew slightly brighter with the false dawn, Caliban was alarmed to note another shadow in the room. He remained silent. Had Anytus sent an early executioner? After a while, he recognized the craggy features of Crito, Socrates’ old friend. Socrates rolled over in his sleep; the scrape of his chains stridently filled the small dark room. Caliban heard the sound of the fetters, then Socrates’ voice, cheerful though low, “Why have you come at this hour, Crito? It must be quite early.”