Killer Of Men Part 18

'I told you,' I said.

Darkar was alone with me in total darkness. The bath was like that no windows. He smacked me, hard, in the head. 'I thought you'd have the master beat him. Not you, boy boy.'

'Ouch!' Lo, the mighty warrior. The steward hurt me more than the Thracians had.

'You will be killed. Do I have to remind you that you are a slave? You scout for him, you take a blow for him, but you do not strike a free man!' Darkar slapped me again, this time at random, because he couldn't see any better than I could. Then, after a pause in the dark, 'I think you'll have to run or die.'

With that, he left me to the bath.

It was a big oak tub, the kind where men crush the grapes at harvest time when they don't have stone basins. It leaked slowly, but it held enough water for two to bathe together. Archi and I had shared it many times but, covered in blood, a man doesn't really want to touch anything much. Different from a feast-day bath.

There was pumice and oil, and I worked hard. I knew I had blood under my nails and in my hair. Even then even as a slave I had long hair.

I was was.h.i.+ng my hair when the door opened. The bath was in a low shed and that door let a little light in from the kitchen windows, so I saw Penelope's robe fall to the floor. Then she was in the bath with me and water sloshed over the sides and on to the floor.

If you imagine that I was going to take this moment to protest about her faithlessness while her naked skin was under my hand, you don't know what it is to be young. I put my mouth on hers before she could speak, and she laughed into my mouth not something she had done before. Perhaps I should have cared that she was unfaithful to my master and now, I think, my friend Archi.

Instead, I half stood and half sat with her astride me, and we kissed and kissed, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against my chest and the hot water up to our hair. Her kisses were clumsy at first, and then warmer and deeper. My hands roved her and then she planted herself on me her choice, and perhaps I had a qualm, or a suspicion that this was wrong, because I remember that I hadn't pushed into her.

It makes me smile, though. Hah! The G.o.ds are often kind, and Aphrodite chose to send me to Tartarus with a glimpse of heaven. When we were finished, we kissed, and kissed, and kissed.

Darkar called my name from the back door. Penelope slipped out of the tub, picked up her robe and vanished not a difficult trick in the dark. I was sore and happy and suddenly clear-headed, and I had the taste of cloves in my mouth. I got over the side of the tub and thought that on a normal night there'd be trouble from Cook for making such a mess of the bathhouse. Then I grabbed the olive oil, doused myself and strigiled as fast as I could.

I went through the kitchen as clean as a newborn. Darkar tried to slow me down, but I pa.s.sed him and went into the hall.

Penelope was crying in Archi's arms. Archi was still covered in blood and c.r.a.p, and so was Penelope.

And her hair wasn't wet.

A chill went through me like a rainy wind in winter blowing across my soul. In my nose, I discovered the scent of mint and jasmine. The hair began to stand up on the back of my neck.

Archi let go of Penelope. 'You look worse, not better.'

Penelope looked at me. 'You'll both be killed,' she said.

Oh, Aphrodite. Oh, Mistress of Animals. Who had I just been with in the bath?

'I am afraid,' I admitted to Archi. I just didn't tell him why. 'You must go and bathe.'

'Stay where you are,' Hipponax said from behind me.

I a.s.sume that Darkar told him. We were young and stupid. We had not thought through the consequences. And the game of revenge has no rules.

Hipponax looked at his son. Archilogos met his eyes. They were the same height, by then. 'What have you done?' he asked.

Archi shrugged I've mentioned what I think of this as a gesture from child to parent, eh?

'What have you done?' he shouted.

Archi smiled. 'What needed doing,' he said. 'Diomedes called my sister a wh.o.r.e and we made him one.'

Well, not precisely, but it made a good line.

And then Hipponax surprised me. I should have known he was always a good man and a poet. He understood rage and l.u.s.t and the human and the divine. He stood back from the doorway, so that Darkar could enter.

'You must go away,' he said. 'Tonight. Now. I will have a s.h.i.+p manned.'

Then there was a flurry of packing and crying. Archi took his panoply and his sea bag, and I took mine. He went for a bath, and Hipponax took me aside.

'Herac.l.i.tus tells me you swore an oath to protect my son,' he said.

I nodded. I raised my eyes to his.

'Here is your freedom. I expect you to keep that oath. As does Herac.l.i.tus. Until the end of the war. You stand by him. But as a free man, Diomedes will have to try you, at least. I wrote out your manumission for yesterday. A friend will witness it in the morning as if it had been done yesterday.' He shook his head. 'I should have freed you for what you did with the Persian,' he said. 'Is all my family cursed?'

I stood silent, awed by his generosity, and conscious of what I had just done in the bath. The furies were laughing. And sharpening their nails.

But I was free free.

It was worse when Archi went to say goodbye to his sister. Worse because she wept, real tears without anger. She loved her brother better than the rest of us, I think.

And worse because her hair was wet.

She looked at me several times, and her look was one of calm triumph. She was beautiful beautiful.

Thugater, I have never doubted the presence of the G.o.ds. In that moment in that look from that damp-haired girl the long, dark shaft and the barbed point of the arrow that comes from Aphrodite's bow went through me, and the pain was never sweeter. Even when Hipponax announced to the whole oikia that I had been freed even when all the slaves crowded around me, and Penelope took my hand and gave it a tentative squeeze, all I could see were her eyes, that glance. I see it still.

I'm an old fool. Forget me. Imagine what it was like for poor Penelope, honey. Her free lover was leaving her. Her chance of freedom was walking away. And Archi said nothing. I think Hipponax might have freed her, had Archi asked. But he didn't. He wasn't bad, my master. Just a self-centred ephebe who thought he'd just made himself a hero.

The Pole Star was high, and the oarsmen, grumpy and drunken, had been roused from their brothels to their oars, but by luck, the trade trireme Thetis Thetis was supposed to leave the north beach with the sun anyway, bound for Lesbos with a cargo of Cyprian copper and some finished armour for the gentlemen of Methymna. We walked down through the town in the first light and boarded, Kylix carrying our gear. For all we knew, Diomedes was still tied to his pillar. I wondered if by putting him there, I had made sacrifice to Aphrodite, so that she granted me Briseis. was supposed to leave the north beach with the sun anyway, bound for Lesbos with a cargo of Cyprian copper and some finished armour for the gentlemen of Methymna. We walked down through the town in the first light and boarded, Kylix carrying our gear. For all we knew, Diomedes was still tied to his pillar. I wondered if by putting him there, I had made sacrifice to Aphrodite, so that she granted me Briseis.

As the sea wind blew my hair, I let myself think that I had kissed Briseis in the bath, and what word suffices? Did I 'possess' her? Never. If anyone was the owner, it was she. Did I 'take' her? No. Men's words for s.e.x are often foolish, you'll find, honey. Briseis was more like a G.o.ddess than a woman.

And then, as the good salt wind blew over me and the rain squalls danced to the north, towards where Miltiades might be rising from his bed, it suddenly struck me.

I was free.

Archi was next to me at the bow-rail, over the box where marines might ride in a fight. Today it was full of bull hides for aspides. Every item between our benches had to do with war. The world was going to war, and I was free.

'I'm free!' I said.

Archi punched me in the back. 'You are,' he said. 'Will you leave me at Methymna?'

It is odd, looking back across the years at that boy oh, aye, I'd have put my fist in a man's face for calling me a boy then, but I was, and my actions shout it. But in that moment, I knew that I was free and I had no idea who I was or what I wanted.

No, that's not right, either. What I wanted was Briseis. Hah. More wine. That's all I wanted, and all I could keep in front of my eyes. And then there was the little matter of my oath to Artemis. To defend Hipponax and Archilogos. For all that home Plataea had begun to seem sweeter, the sudden, heady unwatered wine of freedom washed that dream away.

I shook my head. I couldn't tell Archi that I loved his sister. 'No,' I said. 'I promised your father I'd watch you for a while.'

Archi smiled. 'Well, that's not so bad, I guess,' he said, but his smile said it was anything but bad.

I bent and started to look at the armour we were carrying. The breastplates were bronze and they were unfinished, but they had fancy decoration worked in, the waist and closure left undone so that the final fitting could be made by a local smith. I shook my head.

'Mediocre work,' I said. 'I want better. I want a panoply. I a.s.sume we're going to fight the Persians!'

Archi grinned. We embraced.

It sounded like fun. We were young.

11.

I've already said that I think Lesbos is the prettiest island in Ionia, and I still think Methymna is the handsomest town in h.e.l.las. I always swore that if Plataea sent me into exile, I'd go and be a citizen in Methymna.

She's no Ephesus. Methymna sits high above the sea, yet the sea is at her doorstep. Methymna is where Achilles landed and took the first Briseis as his war bride. The beach is black and the town rises to a high citadel on the acropolis that has foundation stones laid by the old people or giants. The town itself climbs the hills and sits below the fortress where the lord lives. That fortress is the only reason the men of Methymna are not serfs of Mytilene. It is almost impregnable. Indeed, only Achilles has ever taken it.

We beached on the black gravel and kissed the first good ground. The beach was full of hulls twenty, stretching along to the east, each black s.h.i.+p with its own fire and two hundred men, so that the beach itself was like a city.

I went to a shrine to Aphrodite and said a prayer that Briseis would not quicken. Archi found the customers who had ordered his goods and began putting things ash.o.r.e. It was early afternoon before we had the benches clear. We sold every hide we brought and every ingot of copper that hadn't been ordered. I saw that Archi had kept a full ingot back.

I raised an eyebrow and pointed.

'Your armour,' he said. 'You can pay an armourer and have your metal, too.'

I clasped his hand. 'Thanks,' I said. I couldn't think of a jibe worth giving. Then we climbed into the town, up the steep streets, some with more steps than a temple, and explored, leaving flowers at the shrines. Later we went back to the beach to meet the other s.h.i.+powners.

The men on the beach were Athenian. When they learned we were from Ephesus, one of their helmsmen came up to us and joined us where we'd started a fire to feed our rowers. Heraklides was a short, powerful man with sandy blond hair and a no-nonsense manner. He looked at our helmsman and spoke to him, and our man sent him to Archi. They clasped hands and Archi had me fetch a cup of wine. Slavery doesn't just fall away from you.

By the time I'd returned, they'd exchanged all the formulas of guest-friends.h.i.+p. Captains were always careful that way. When you meet a man on a beach, you want to be sure of him.

I handed them both wine, and then defiantly poured my own. Archi smiled.

'Doru, this is Heraklides of Athens, senior helmsman of Aristides or Athens. He commands three s.h.i.+ps.' Archi was excited.

'Arimnestos of Plataea,' I said. 'Son of Technes.'

'Technes the war-captain of Plataea?' the older man asked. His clasp tightened. 'Aye, you have the look, lad. Every man who stood his ground against the f.u.c.king Euboeans knows your father.'

I wept. On the spot, without preamble, as if I'd been struck. I was free, and on the first beach I landed as a free man, I met men who knew my home and honoured my father. Heracles was with me even in the name of our new friend.

'I was there,' I said, perhaps more coldly than was warranted. 'I saw him fall.' Suddenly I was chilled on the beach. And afraid, as if it was all happening again.

Archi looked at me as if he'd never seen me before.

'You were there?' Heraklides asked. He wasn't exactly suspicious, but he gave me a queer look. 'He died. There was a fight over his body. Aye,' he said, peering at me. 'I remember you. You took a blow, eh? We sent you home in a wagon. My uncle, Miltiades, said you were to get special treatment. We sent you home with your cousin. Cimon? Simon?'

'Simonalkes?' I said, and a terrible suspicion came to me. 'I fell at the bridge when they tried to strip Pater's armour,' I said. 'When I awoke, I was a slave in a pit.'

That took him aback. He looked at Archi. Archi shook his head. 'I've never even heard this story,' he said. 'We just freed him, the day before yesterday.' He looked at me. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

I drank some wine. I knew Pater was dead but there is knowing and knowing.

Heraklides shrugged. 'Aye, I too was a slave for a year when pirates took my s.h.i.+p. What's to tell? Masters don't give a rat's s.h.i.+t, eh?' He nodded at me. 'Thing is, you're free now. Miltiades will want to know. He was an admirer of your father, eh?'

'I've met Lord Miltiades,' I said. But I had to sit. My knees grew weak, and down I sat on the sand, unmanned.

It's all very well to say I never mourned Pater. In a way, that's all c.r.a.p. Cold b.a.s.t.a.r.d that he was, he was my father father. And the next thought that came unbidden unworthy was that the farm was mine, and the forge. Mine, not anyone else's.

I needed to get my a.r.s.e home and see what was what. Because if they'd sent me home with Cousin Simonalkes why, then, what if the b.a.s.t.a.r.d had sold me into slavery himself? That thought came to me from a dark fog, as if the furies were signalling my duty through a cloud of raven feathers. What if he was sitting on my farm, eating my barley?

I stood up so quickly that I b.u.mped my head against Archi's chin where he'd leaned down to comfort me.

I think I'd have gone for home that very night that hour if I could have walked. Or and the G.o.ds were there if there hadn't been war. But war was all around me, and Ares was king and lord of events.

I took to Heraklides very quickly. Most men who've been slaves never admit to it you flinch every time I mention it, honey. He had it worse than me pirates and a lot of ill treatment but it never broke him, and you'll get to know him as the story goes on. He was a few years older than me, but young to be a helmsman already, and getting a name as one of the best. He wasn't really any relation of Miltiades at all, but his father's brother had died in the family service and that made them like family Athenians are like that.

The Athenians were on their way to Miletus, because Aristagoras had convinced them that the town was ready to revolt. That evening, over roast pig, I met Aristagoras for the first time. A few weeks ago we'd called him the traitor of the Ionians running off to Athens, revolting against the King of Kings and now I was standing behind him on a beach of black sand and toasting the success of the war.

He was not the leader I would have chosen. He was handsome enough, and he pretended to be a solid man, a leader of men, bluff and honest, but there was something hollow about him. I saw it that night on the beach even with everything at the high tide of success, he looked like a stoat peering around for a bolthole.

He promised them all the moon. Greeks can be fools when they hear a good dream, and Ionian independence was like that. What did Ionians need with independence? They were hardly 'oppressed' by the Medes and the Persians. The taxes laid by the King of Kings were nothing nothing nothing next to the taxes that the Delian League lays on them now, honey. next to the taxes that the Delian League lays on them now, honey.

More wine.

You'd have thought that Persians had come to Methymna and raped every virgin. The men on the beach were ready for war. They had their own s.h.i.+ps, and they'd already met with their tyrant and held an a.s.sembly. Methymna manned only three s.h.i.+ps, but they were all joining the Athenians, and so were the eight s.h.i.+ps from Mytilene. And you knew, back then, that if the men of Methymna and Mytilene were on the same side, something was in the wind.

But what really excited the Athenians was that Ephesus mighty Ephesus had sent the satrap packing.

'We could have this war over in a month,' the Athenian leader said.

He too was no Miltiades. In fact, at the ripe old age of seventeen, I looked at the Athenians good men, every one and the rest and thought that we were forming a mighty fleet, but we didn't have a man as good as Hipponax or Artaphernes or Cyrus, for that matter to lead.

Even a seventeen-year-old is right from time to time.

I never did get that panoply made, and that ingot of copper sat in our hull as ballast well, you'll hear soon enough until she went to the bottom. None of the smiths in Methymna were armour-makers. They made good things their bowls are still famous but none had ever shaped the eyeholes on a Corinthian. I did buy an aspis, though not a great one, but a decent one.