Killer Of Men Part 41

Cimon nodded. 'Pater will have a fit if you leave before the sailing season ends,' he said.

He raised an eyebrow and left us alone.

The next day, I took Hermogenes for a sail with Paramanos, Stephanos, Lekthes and Idomeneus. Hermogenes already looked better, cleaner, wearing a new chiton and new sandals. I'd armed him and put silver in his purse. He was two finger's breadths taller when he was clean and dressed. I hadn't had a hypaspist since Idomeneus rose to warrior status, and Hermogenes took the job immediately. It made him laugh to dress so well it was days before he stopped hiking his chiton to look at the purple stripe.

Paramanos wasn't even angry. He just shrugged. 'Angry men talk s.h.i.+t,' he said with a smile. 'I don't need a picnic on the sand to make it better.'

'You'll want to be at this picnic,' I said.

We had a fis.h.i.+ng smack, a light craft, lovingly built, with a single mast. We took turns sailing it, racing along the Bosporus in a way that real fisherman would never risk their rigging or their boat. Hermogenes looked anxious and Stephanos shook his head at what he, a lifelong fisherman, saw as recklessness.

We sailed down the Bosporus for twenty stades and put in at a gravel beach well south of Kallipolis with an old shrine to a hero long forgotten. I sacrificed there sometimes. So I went ash.o.r.e first, and Hermogenes and I sacrificed a lamb in thanksgiving, and then we all had potted hare and chicken and lamb and lots of wine.

After we ate, Paramanos sat back, poured a libation and we all shared a cup. Then he rose. 'Well?' he said. 'Is this all by way of apology? Or because you've rediscovered your friend?'

I shook my head. 'No. I know how to come at Ba'ales' squadron.'

Paramanos nodded. 'I thought as much. So tell?'

Instead of telling, I pointed at the upturned hull of our smack.

Paramanos shook his head. 'Brilliant,' he said. He shook his head. 'Why didn't I think of it?'

That was that.

And it was that week, or the next week, that an amba.s.sador came to us from the Carians, begging us to help them. I was invited to hear him, and Paramanos came with me. We lay on couches with Miltiades and his sons, Agios and Heraklides and the other captains, and the Carians asked us to help them with the Persians.

'Anywhere we go, Ba'ales can drop troops behind us on the coast,' the lead Carian insisted. 'You have a great reputation as a lover of freedom. Men say you were the architect of the great victory at Amathus. Can't you defeat Ba'ales?'

Miltiades shook his head. 'No,' he said. 'And I no longer serve the Ionians.' He shrugged. 'I'm a pirate, not a liberator.'

Callicrates, the leader of the emba.s.sy, shook his head. 'We thought you might say such a thing.' He handed over a gold-capped ivory scroll tube the kind that the Great King used. 'We captured this.'

Miltiades took it and unrolled the scroll. He read it by the light of the window, and then handed it to Cimon. Cimon read it with Heraklides and then Herk brought it to me, and Paramanos and I read it together.

It was a set of orders. The orders were to Ba'ales and his subordinates. They were ordered to raise twenty more s.h.i.+ps and take Kallipolis and our other ports, and also the Thracian coast, including Aristagoras's town.

'The new s.h.i.+ps are almost ready,' Callicrates said.

Miltiades looked angry. 'Why don't I know any of this?'

'There have been rumours,' Cimon said. His brothers nodded.

'Plenty of time to run for Athens,' Miltiades said bitterly. 'I can't fight thirty s.h.i.+ps.'

I looked at Paramanos. 'My lord if I may. I have a way you can knock Ba'ales out of the campaign for this year, at least. Very little risk at least, for you.'

Miltiades was leaning on his hands, staring out of the window. He turned. 'Really?' he asked. His voice said that he didn't expect much. Like most arrogant men, Miltiades a.s.sumed he'd thought of everything.

'In short, my lord, I propose that we catch Ba'ales at dawn and take or burn his s.h.i.+ps while they are beached.' I sat up on my couch.

'No,' Miltiades sounded like a bored schoolteacher talking to stupid children. 'His coast-watchers will see us coming.'

I smiled. 'Fis.h.i.+ng boats,' I said.

The story of the boat raid has been told so often that I won't bore you with it. Every fisherman in these waters can tell you how we borrowed their boats, sailed down on the outflow from the Euxine, as the fis.h.i.+ng fleet does every evening in summer, and caught Ba'ales on the beach at moonrise.

It was slaughter. We had just two hundred men, all fighters the pick of Miltiades' men. The only hard part was the last ten stades when we could see their hulls, black in the moonlight, and we could see their fires, and for all we knew, they were lining the beach ready for us.

They were not. Someone gave the alarm when we were a stade out, but they never got formed. We raced the last stade, rowing our open boats as if they were triremes. My boat went a man's length up the gravel beach when it hit, and I was over the side almost dry-shod, with Stephanos on one side of me and Hermogenes on the other.

Paramanos had one half of the men. Their mission was to secure our retreat by taking the likeliest of the enemy triremes and getting it afloat. My men were to set fire to the rest of the s.h.i.+ps and kill as many oarsmen as we could.

Those s.h.i.+ps burned like torches. We had fire pots rigged on poles, heavy crockery filled with coals, and we smashed them inside inside the enemy hulls as we went, two pots per hull. They were afire before the enemy recovered, and we were armoured men, formed at the edge of the firelight against the desperation of an unarmed rabble. the enemy hulls as we went, two pots per hull. They were afire before the enemy recovered, and we were armoured men, formed at the edge of the firelight against the desperation of an unarmed rabble.

The sad truth is we burned too many we could have taken more. Our two hundred men broke the Phoenicians. Most men fight badly when surprised, and they were no different. Ba'ales died in the first attack, although we didn't know it. I hardly fought I was too busy giving orders.

By Athena Nike, we drove them! Where they were brave, we killed them, and where they ran, we reaped them. Hah! That was a victory.

When it became clear that we were masters of the field, we managed to beat out the fires in one of the smallest of the enemy s.h.i.+ps still on the beach, and we turned it over in the water, doused the embers and got it afloat too. So we managed to capture two of their dozen hulls, while the rest burned to their keels, and we got away with ten dead and as many wounded. Only Ares knows how many of their oarsmen and marines we left face down on the sand. We rowed, tired but happy, back up the Bosporus, towing the fis.h.i.+ng boats in long lines behind us.

It sounds wonderful that way, doesn't it? That's the way a proper singer tells a battle, without mentioning that the ten dead men were dead, and their children were fatherless, their mothers widows, their lives over, perhaps for ever, because Miltiades chose to remain master of the Chersonese. Eh?

And another thing, though it shames me to tell it. I don't always remember men's names. The men who fell there on the beach? Making my reputation and saving Miltiades? I can't remember them. The sad truth, honey, is that some time that summer I stopped learning their names. They died in raids, in little s.h.i.+p fights and of fevers. Men died every week. They came out from Athens, lower-cla.s.s men with nothing to lose, and most of them brought their deaths with them. Some were too weak. Some never learned to handle their weapons.

We were pirates, thugater. I can coat it in a glaze of honey, set it in epic verse, but we were hard men who lived a hard life, and it wasn't worth my time to learn the new men's names until they'd survived for a while.

Don't mind me. I philosophize.

At any rate, the next morning the Carians ambushed Daurises' columns as he tried to push into the mountains west of the Temple of Zeus of the Army at Labraunda in Caria, and destroyed them, killing Daurises and quite a number of Persians the first real victory of the whole war. The news went through the Ionians like a bolt from Zeus, and sacrifices appeared on Ares' altars from Miletus to Crete.

I didn't know it at the time, but Pharnakes, who had been my friend, and with whom I had twice crossed swords, died at Labraunda in the ambush.

In the aftermath of these two small victories, we heard that Darius had lost all patience with the revolt, and with Greeks in general. He ordered his satraps to prepare a major armament for the reduction of the Chersonese, and he bragged that he would see Athens destroyed.

That didn't please the democrats in Athens, who were aware that Miltiades was responsible for Darius's anger. But that's not part of my story just a comment.

As summer gave way to autumn, Miltiades received word from various sources about Darius's preparations. He had ordered fifty s.h.i.+ps to be levied from the Syrian towns, and the satrap of Phrygia was to aid Artaphernes in raising an army to destroy Caria and retake Aeolis.

We lay back on our couches and laughed, because that would all happen next summer. There was only six weeks left in the sailing season.

Miltiades toasted me in good Chian wine. 'One stroke,' he said, 'and I am once again master in my own house. You are dear to me, Plataean.'

I frowned. 'Next summer, Darius will come with a vast army.'

Miltiades would not be sober. 'For all your heroism,' he said, 'you have a great deal to learn about fighting the Medes.' He looked at Cimon.

Cimon laughed and spoke up. 'Other provinces will revolt this winter,' he said.

Miltiades nodded. 'You think we hit Naucratis for pure profit?' he asked me. I could see Paramanos grinning. I had had thought we went there for pure profit. thought we went there for pure profit.

'Yes,' I said.

Miltiades nodded. 'Not to be spurned, profits. But when we took their s.h.i.+ps, we showed the Greek merchants and the Aegyptian priests that their Persian overlords couldn't defend them. And when it appears that we are winning, they will evict their garrisons as they did in my father's time, and Darius will have to bend all his will to Aegypt. And then we will have lovely times!' He laughed. The whole Greek world was speaking of our coup on the beach south of Kallipolis, and Miltiades' name was on every man's lips in Athens, and all was right in the world.

It was a good dream, but we had underestimated Darius, and we had forgotten those twenty s.h.i.+ps that were on their way to reinforce Ba'ales.

21.

That night, I asked Miltiades for permission to go home once the sailing season ended. Miltiades heard me out and nodded. He was a good overlord, and he had a reputation to protect. Besides, I had just put new laurels on his brow.

'Go with Hermes, lad. In fact, I'll see to it that Herk or Paramanos runs you home. Take a couple of men you'll want to kill the b.a.s.t.a.r.d and not take any c.r.a.p from neighbours.' He nodded. 'Anything you need, you ask. It's as much my fault as anyone's. I knew something was wrong I didn't give it enough thought. When your father died, I mean.'

He shrugged. I knew what he meant when the Plataeans helped Athens defeat the Eretrians, Miltiades was done with that part of his busy plotting, and he let his tools drop. That was the sort of man he was. But he was also enough of a gentleman to regret that he had allowed the tools to become damaged when he dropped them.

I spent the next few weeks making arrangements for my absence. I didn't tell Miltiades, but I wasn't sure that I would would return. return.

I gave Herakleides one command and Stephanos the other.

Herakleides and his brothers were trusted men by then, and they showed no signs of running back to Aeolis. Both Nestor and Orestes were promising helmsmen, and they had the birth and military training to carry rank.

Stephanos did not. He wasn't an aristocrat, and he didn't have all the command skills that I had learned nor the enormous, heroic and largely unearned reputation that I had acquired, which grew with every day and vastly exceeded the reality of my accomplishments, even though I was in love with it.

Reputation alone is enough to carry most men but Stephanos was a fine seaman and a careful, considerate officer. He'd led the marines for a year and they wors.h.i.+pped him. I thought that he was ready.

Idomeneus informed me that he was coming with me. So was Hermogenes. 'You think I came all the way out here just to grab a pot of Persian silver?' Hermogenes asked. 'Pater sent me to find you so that you could restore order. Simonalkes is a bad farmer and a fool. But when he's dead, it will take time to rebuild.'

I found it comic that Hermogenes had spent three years looking for me so that he could get the farm in order.

Paramanos offered to take me home, all the way to Corinth if I wanted, but I had other plans. Plans I'd worked at for a long time.

Miltiades supported me as I moved captains. So Paramanos moved from Briseis Briseis to the newly rebuilt to the newly rebuilt Ember Ember, the s.h.i.+p we'd taken, still smoking from our attempt to burn her, during the boat raid. The smaller s.h.i.+p we'd taken was Raven's Wing Raven's Wing, and Stephanos had her, and Herakleides took command of Briseis Briseis. I had Briseis Briseis stowed for a long voyage, and I gave him his own two brothers as officers Nestor as the oar master and Orestes as the captain of marines. I spent money like water I had plenty. And the rowers in that s.h.i.+p still owed me three months of service before wages were due. stowed for a long voyage, and I gave him his own two brothers as officers Nestor as the oar master and Orestes as the captain of marines. I spent money like water I had plenty. And the rowers in that s.h.i.+p still owed me three months of service before wages were due.

I intended to sail that s.h.i.+p into Aristagoras's town at Myrcinus, in Thrace, and take Briseis or give her the s.h.i.+p and go horseback, overland. It was a foolish plan, a boy's plan, but without it, the next weeks would have been worse. It is a fine example of fate, and how the G.o.ds work. Had I left all to chance, I would have died, and many others with me. But I planned carefully. My plans all failed, of course but among the shards of my broken plans lay the makings of an escape.

The first rain of autumn came and went, and my intentions were set. I sent Briseis a message via the Thracian king, asking her to be ready. Miltiades cautioned me again directly against killing Aristagoras. I don't remember what I told him. Perhaps I lied outright. I thought myself tremendously clever. So did Miltiades. The hubris flowed thick and fast, that autumn.

The grain was sheaved in the fields along the Bosporus. The peasants had their harvest festivals, and the sun shone in an autumn that seemed more like summer when Hymaees descended on the Troad with thirty s.h.i.+ps and a thousand marines. The first we knew of his arrival was that our southernmost town was burned and all the inhabitants sold into slavery, and the refugees poured up the one bad road with tales of war and slaughter.

The next day we heard that Hymaees himself was in Caria with twenty thousand men, and the Carians were unable to make a stand. Just like that, the northern arm of the revolt was going down.

The Carians didn't give in without a battle, but we were too busy to help them. Miltiades ordered all the s.h.i.+ps manned. We worked night and day to refurbish the two triremes taken in the night attack and with them we had ten hulls. On the first day of the new month, Miltiades led us to sea, down the Bosporus past the still smoking ruins of our town. He had no choice if we didn't fight, Hymaees would plug the Bosporus like a cork in a bottle and take us, one town at a time. And no one would come to our aid. That's the price of being a pirate.

We sailed down the Bosporus in early morning, and the Phoenicians got their hulls in the water. Then they did the oddest thing. They formed a defensive circle. They outnumbered us, but they pulled all their sterns together, pulled in their oars like a seabird tucking in its wings, and waited for us.

I had never seen anything like it, but Miltiades had. He spat in the sea and leaped from his s.h.i.+p on to my Storm Cutter Storm Cutter. 'b.a.s.t.a.r.ds,' he said. 'All they have to do is not lose not lose.' He shook his head.

I nodded. 'Say the word, lord say the word and I'll go at them.'

Miltiades slapped my armoured shoulder. 'I'll miss you when you leave me, Arimnestos. But there's no point.'

He went back to his own s.h.i.+p, and we spent a fruitless day circling them. Twice, Paramanos tried to lure one of them into an attack by pa.s.sing so close that his oar tips almost brushed their beaks, but they weren't coming out.

We camped close to them, just four stades up the coast, and the next morning we went for them in the dawn by s.h.i.+p, but they were awake and ready. We threw javelins and they shot bows and I went ash.o.r.e in the surf and cleared a s.p.a.ce on the beach, killing two men in the surf, but Miltiades ordered me back to my boat. I took a pair of prisoners Phoenicians, of course and I gave them to Paramanos.

I still think Miltiades was wrong. We had the moral advantage those Syrians were afraid of us. If we'd landed- But he was the warlord and he saw it differently.

That night Paramanos called us all together. 'There are s.h.i.+ps missing,' he said. 'The two boys that Arimnestos captured say that eight s.h.i.+ps went north last week.'

Miltiades was incredulous. 'Eight more more s.h.i.+ps?' he asked. s.h.i.+ps?' he asked.

'Where bound?' I asked.

Paramanos looked at me. 'Myrcinus, in Thrace,' he said. 'They went to get Aristagoras.'

I walked away, calling for my officers.

Miltiades chased me down. 'You are not going,' he said.

I ignored him.

'This is my fleet,' he said.

'I own two s.h.i.+ps,' I said, 'perhaps three. I owe you nothing, lord lord. I was leaving anyway. And I am going to Myrcinus.'

He seemed to swell, and in the torchlight, his hair caught fire. He was like a t.i.tan come to life larger than a mere man. 'I give the orders here,' he said.

'Not to me,' I said. 'I have your word word.'

That took him aback, and he changed tack. 'There's nothing you can do, lad!' he said, his voice suddenly pleading. He was a good rhetorician. 'The town will already be on fire.'

'You don't know that. It rained two days last week. If the storm caught them on the coast, they would have lost days.'

'Give it up!' he said.

I walked away. My men my trusted men, Lekthes and Idomeneus and Stephanos, Herakleides and Nestor and Orestes, and Hermogenes got the rowers together and started loading Storm Cutter Storm Cutter and and Briseis Briseis and and Raven's Wing Raven's Wing.