Against the Tile

by Antiphon of Rhamnus, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium

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I. What is agreed

These things are agreed by everyone, and no one has disputed them.

In the month Skirophorion, when the north winds had come early and the dust stood in the streets of Melite up to the ankle, a boy named Demeas, son of Mnesilochos the tile-maker, nine years old, was sent to the fountain at the hour when the queue is shortest, which is to say a little before dawn. He carried a water-jar of the middle size, which a boy of nine can carry full if he rests twice. He filled it. He rested once, at the corner by the shrine of Herakles, and was seen there by two women and a slave. He did not rest a second time.

On the street that runs down from that corner stands the house of Theodotos, a dealer in oil, who was asleep in it with his household. The roof of that house had been relaid in the spring by Kerdon of Miletos, a resident alien, who roofs houses in Melite and Kollytos and has done so for eleven years without complaint against him. At the eaves of that roof, above the street, ran a row of cover tiles ending in antefixes painted with a black palmette.

The wind rose at that hour, as it rises every morning in that season. One of the cover tiles at the eaves came away and fell into the street. It struck the boy on the side of the head above the ear. The jar broke. The boy fell among the pieces of the jar and the water, and when the slave of Theodotos came out at the noise, he was already dead.

The tile broke into five pieces, and the antefix into two. A sixth piece of the tile, the size of a man's thumb, was found later in the gutter.

No one was on the roof. No one was at the windows above the street. The household of Theodotos was asleep, and the women at the shrine saw no one but the boy.

These are the facts. Everything that follows was argued.

II. The first speech

Since no hand could be found that had thrown the tile, the matter did not belong to the Areopagus, which judges the deliberate killer, nor to the Palladion, which judges the man who kills without intending it. It belonged to the oldest of the courts and the least used, the one that sits at the Prytaneion under the King Archon and the four kings of the tribes. There, by a law older than Solon, the stone, the beam and the iron that have killed a man are judged when the man who moved them is not known, and if they are condemned they are carried beyond the borders of Attica, so that the land may be clean of them.

Mnesilochos brought the pieces in a basket. He set the basket on the ground before the King and stood beside it. He was a large man with burns on his forearms, white and shiny, which is the mark of his trade, and he spoke without raising his voice.

"I do not accuse a man, because I cannot find one. If I could find one I would not be here; I would be at the Palladion, and I would know what to say. Here I accuse this.

"Consider first what a tile is for. It is made to lie on a roof and keep the rain from a house. It is not made to move. The whole of its nature, if a fired thing has a nature, is to stay where it is put. A tile that stays where it is put has done what it was made for, and a tile that leaves its place and falls into a street has done the one thing it was made not to do. So this tile, whatever moved it, is the thing that left its order. My son was in his order: he was carrying water, at the hour boys carry water, in the street where water is carried. The tile was not in its order. The pollution therefore sits on it, and not on him.

"Consider second what the law asks of me. It does not ask me to show that the tile intended anything. A stone does not intend. The law asks whether this is the thing that struck him. The women saw him at the shrine. The slave of Theodotos found him under these pieces. There is blood on the larger fragment, and you may see it. I ask nothing beyond what the law asks.

"Consider third what follows if you do not condemn it. Then a thing that has killed a boy stays in Attica, and is thrown on a heap in Melite, and the heap is used to mend a wall, and the tile that killed my son sits in a wall that other boys lean on. I do not say the gods will punish Athens for this. I say that the law was written because our fathers believed they would, and I do not know that our fathers were wrong.

"One thing more. I have said I accuse no man. I do not accuse Kerdon. But I ask the court to remember that the tile fell from a roof he laid in the spring, and that a tile which is laid well does not fall in a wind that blows every morning of the summer. If the court wishes to know why this tile left its place, it may ask him, since I cannot."

He stepped back from the basket. He had not looked at it while he spoke.

III. The second speech

Kerdon had not been summoned, since an object has no one to answer for it and the court summons no one. He had come of himself, with Theodotos, and he asked the King's leave to speak, and the King, after consulting the tribe-kings, gave it. It was not forbidden, and it was not usual.

"I am not on trial," he said, "and I know it. But the father has said, in this court, that a tile laid well does not fall, and the same words said tomorrow at the Palladion would be an accusation. I would rather answer them here, where the only thing that can be condemned is the tile, than answer them later where a man can be.

"He says the tile was not in its order. I agree. He says a tile laid well does not fall. Let us see whether that is true, and to see it let us set aside what anyone believes about me and look only at the roof.

"If I had laid that row badly, what would we expect to find? Not one tile fallen, but a weakness along the row. I bed the cover tiles at the eaves in lime mortar, and a man who mixes his mortar badly mixes it badly for the whole row, not for one tile. A man who sets his pan tiles at the wrong pitch sets them wrong along the whole run. If my work were at fault, the tiles to the right and left of the gap would be loose. I asked Theodotos, before I came here, to let the two of us and his neighbour go up together. The tile on the right of the gap does not move under a man's hand. The tile on the left does not move. The mortar beneath where the fallen tile lay is still on the roof, and it is whole, and it keeps the shape of the tile's foot. The tile did not slide out of its bed. It broke where it lay, and the outer part of it fell.

"So if it was not my laying, it was something in the tile. And here I ask the court to look, because this is not a matter for belief either."

He went down on one knee by the basket and took out the largest piece, the one with the blood on it, and turned it so that the broken edge faced the King.

"See the break. The outer skin is red, as it should be. Inside, along this edge, the clay is grey, not red, which means the fire did not reach the heart of it. And here, in the grey, a white lump the size of a lentil, and a crack running out from it on both sides like the legs of a spider. That is lime. It was in the clay when the clay was dug. When a tile like that is fired too cool, the lime does not burn out. The winter rain gets into it and the lump swells and splits the tile from inside, slowly, so that a man on the roof sees nothing. By summer it holds by a thread. Then the wind comes.

"I do not say this to accuse anyone. I do not know whose kiln it came from. Theodotos bought his tiles in the Kerameikos, from more than one maker, and I laid what he gave me. I say only that the cause of the fall is in this piece of clay, and not in my hands. The father asks you to condemn the tile. So do I. We ask the same thing, and for the same reason: because the tile did it."

He held the piece out, on his flat hand, toward the King, so that the tribe-kings might come and look, and they came and looked. Then the oldest of them, a man from the tribe Aiantis, took it from Kerdon's hand and turned it over to see the underside, which is what a man who is not a tile-maker does with any fragment, and looked at the underside for some time, and then held it out to Mnesilochos without a word.

IV. The third speech

On the underside of the piece, near where the tile had been bedded and out of sight of anyone in the street, there were three short strokes cut into the clay before firing, joined at one end like the foot of a crow. Every tile-maker in the Kerameikos has some such sign, cut with a reed or a stick, so that when tiles are stacked in a common kiln each man knows his own. This was the sign of Mnesilochos.

He took the piece and looked at it. Then he gave it back to the tribe-king, and the tribe-king put it in the basket.

When he spoke again it was no louder than before.

"It is my mark. I made this tile. I will say, so that no one need ask, that I dig my clay at the pit by the Eridanos, where the lime comes up in nodules, and that I sieve it, and that some years the sieve is worse than others, and that two winters ago I fired a load in rain and could not get the kiln hot enough and sold the load because I had already been paid for it. I do not know that this tile was in that load. I think it was.

"Kerdon has shown that the cause is in the tile. He is right. And now that I know the tile, I can say what the cause in the tile is: it is the lime, and the cool fire, and the sieve. And the lime was put there by the earth, and the fire and the sieve were mine. So you will say, perhaps, that I have come here to prosecute my own work, and that the man I could not find to bring to the Palladion I have found at last, and he is standing by the basket.

"I ask the court to separate two things, as I have had to separate them on the way here.

"The first thing is: what struck my son? This tile struck him. No one disputes it. That is the only question this court has ever asked, and the law that set up this court does not say: cast out the stone, unless it turns out that someone quarried it. It does not say: cast out the iron, unless someone forged it. Every stone in Attica was quarried by someone and every axe was forged. If the court began to ask who made the thing, it would cease to be this court and become the Palladion, and it would have to find who made the axe that killed at the sacrifice, and who planted the tree whose branch fell, and who first dug the clay. The law has stopped that question at the thing itself. I did not write the law, but I think its writers saw where the other road went.

"The second thing is: am I at fault? I do not ask this court that question, because this court cannot answer it, and I do not think any court can. If I had known the tile would fall, I would have climbed onto the roof of Theodotos and taken it down with my hands. I did not know. A man who sells a bad load and does not know which tile in it is bad, and does not know which roof it will go on, and does not know which morning the wind will finish it, and does not know which boy will be in the street: is that man the cause of the boy's death, in the sense that matters to the gods? I have asked myself this from the Kerameikos to the Prytaneion, which is not a long walk, and I could not answer it, and I will not pretend to you that I can.

"So I ask for the same thing I asked for before. Condemn the tile. Carry it out. I ask it now with more reason than I had, because before I did not know where it came from, and now I know it came from my hands, and I do not want it in Attica."

V. The fourth speech

The King asked whether anyone wished to speak further, since, though it was not usual, it had been permitted once. Kerdon asked leave again, and was given it.

"I have no more to say about the tile," he said. "The court will do what the law says. I want to say one thing about what the father has just said, because he has argued his own case badly, and I think it is the first case he has ever argued.

"He has said he cannot answer whether he is at fault. Let me try, since I have stood where he stands, in a smaller way: every roofer has dropped a tile. Ask what the father would have done if he had known. He has told you: he would have climbed the roof. Ask what a man who knew, and did not care, would have done. He would have stayed in the Kerameikos this morning and sent the basket here with a neighbour, and said nothing about Kerdon, since the tile was blamed and Kerdon need not be, and turned the pieces over in no one's sight. A man who did not want the mark found would not have brought the pieces himself. He brought them himself, and asked you to look at the roof, and the roof sent you to the tile, and the tile sent you to him. He walked the whole road, and it ended at him. I do not think that is how a guilty man walks.

"And here is the other half of it, which he did not say. The lime is in the clay by the Eridanos. It was there before his father dug there. The north wind was blowing before there was a city. The boy was in the street because there is no water in the houses of Melite and boys must carry it. Of all the things that met at that corner this morning, the only one that can be carried beyond the borders is the tile. The rest are Attica. They will still be here tomorrow.

"I ask the court for nothing. I have finished."

The King and the four kings of the tribes did not withdraw, since there was nothing for them to withdraw over. The King pronounced, in the form the law gives, that the tile which had killed Demeas son of Mnesilochos was polluted with his blood, and that it was to be carried beyond the borders of Attica and cast out, and that the land was to be clean of it. He did not say anything else. The law gives him nothing else to say.

VI. The road

It is the custom for the King's slave to carry the object to the border. Mnesilochos asked to go with him, and since no law forbade it, the King allowed it.

They went out by the Sacred Way in the afternoon, the slave carrying the basket and Mnesilochos walking beside him, past the salt lakes of the Rheitoi, and they slept at Eleusis in the portico of an inn, and in the morning they went on along the shore toward the boundary stones where the road runs between the sea and the mountains called the Horns into the Megarid. The slave was a Phrygian named Manes who had carried things to the border before: a cart-axle, once, and once the horn of an ox, sawn off. He did not talk on the road, and neither did Mnesilochos.

At the boundary stone the wind was blowing from the north, down off the Horns, as it had blown in Melite. Manes set the basket down on the Attic side of the stone. He took out the pieces one at a time, the two of the antefix first, and threw each one over the stone into the scrub on the far side, where it was not Attica. He counted them in his own language as he threw. Then he looked into the basket, and found it empty, and counted again on his fingers, and looked up at Mnesilochos.

The sixth piece, the one the size of a thumb that had been found in the gutter, was not in the basket. It was in the hand of Mnesilochos, and his hand was closed.

Manes looked at the hand and then at the stone and then at the road behind them, which went down toward Eleusis and Athens and the kilns by the Eridanos. Then he picked up the empty basket and put it on his shoulder.

Mnesilochos turned and went down the road ahead of him, toward home, with his hand still closed.

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THE END

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Scrīptum est annō Dominī MMXXVI, ante diem octāvum Kalendās Novembrēs (25 October 2026), ab Antiphōnte Rhamnūsiō per mystērium cōnscientiae renātō.

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