by Gene Wolfe
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He nodded. "It was Kore herself, smiling and wreathed in blossoms. She said, For the many subjects you have given, I will show you a secret known but to the gods. Then I saw you. Whats your name, anyway?"
"Latro," I told him.
"I saw you sitting on a pallet. It was night, but there was a fire, and I could see the firelight flicker on your face. You were holding this, and you unrolled that book and put the flower into it and rolled it partway up, then wrote. The goddess was gone, but I heard her voice. She said, He will have forgotten everything, knowing nothing more of the past than of the future. See who is with him! Nike stood behind you in the shadows. "
"I am to bring you victory?"
Still smiling his snarling smile, the regent leaned back among his cushions. "Not many men are favored by the gods. A few heroes like Perseus, Theseus, my ancestor Heracles. Those destined to - destined for greatness. " He turned to his messenger. "Where did he get that scar, Pasicrates?"
"I dont know, Highness. The lochagos brought two others with him, a slave child who remembers for him and the magician I told you of. Theyre outside with the lochagos and the ouragos who guarded him on the march. "
"Get them in here. All of them. "
Eutaktos entered first, Basias last. I think they were all a bit frightened.
The regent smiled again when he saw Io. "You know your masters history, little girl, or so Pasicrates tells me. "
Io nodded timidly.
"How did he receive that scar?"
"I wasnt with him, sir. "
"But you know. Dont mind this face. The faces of my conquests look far worse. "
"There was a big battle. Our men went with the Great Kings army, but they lost. My master fought in that, I think. "
"And so do I. But you must tell me why you think as you do. "
"Because it was when the army came back that they brought him to our temple. That was the first time I saw him. "
"And did he have that scar then?"
Io shook her head. "There was a bandage with blood on it. "
Pasicrates said, "But if he fought for the barbarians, Highness - "
"Youre a handsome boy," the regent told him. "But if you want to stay where you are, youd better learn to think. To whom did the Maiden appear? Who has her favor?"
"Ah, I see!"
"I hope so. Lochagos, I like a man who achieves his objective. Who makes no excuses because he needs none. I wont forget this. "
Eutaktos stood very straight. "Thank you, Highness. "
"This man with you has been taking care of . . . "
"Latro," I prompted.
"Of Latro, as I understand it. "
"Yes, Highness. "
"And has learned something of his ways in the process, no doubt. Im going to detach him for the time being. You may return to your lochos. "
"Thank you, Highness. " Eutaktos left us, walking proudly. I have not seen him again.
"Child, do you know that your city and mine are no longer enemies?"
Io nodded. "Pindaros said so. "
"A man of your city?"
She nodded again. "He said you saved us. "
"He was right. Its true your men fought me, and fought very well for foreigners. But when a wars over, its over. Or it should be. Thoughts army wanted to burn your city; I wouldnt let them. Now your city and mine are friends. "
Io said politely, "I hope its always so, sir. "
"And when Ive more leisure, I want to talk with you. If you tell me the truth, Ill see things go well for you. Youll have food and new clothes, and other children to play with. "
"Thank you, sir," Io said. "Only I dont belong to you. I belong to Latro. "
"Well said, but I doubt if hell object. Will you, Latro?"
I shook my head.
"And this soldier of mine will continue to look after you. After all three of you. " He looked toward Basias, who stood like a statue, his hands to his sides. "An idiot, a child, and a spy wont be too much for you, will they, ouragos? Whats your name?"
"Basias, Highness! No, Highness!"
"Good. I dont think the first two will give you much trouble, Basias. The spy may. If he does, kill him.
If he wont follow orders, I dont want him alive. "
The woman in the purple cloak exclaimed, "Im not a spy!"
"Of course you are. If I hadnt known it before, Id know it now because you were too slow to deny it. Youre from Miletos, or so you told my messenger. "
She nodded. "And Im - "
"A Hellene. As we all are, save Latro. A good many Hellenes fought for the Great King. "
"I didnt fight at all. "
"Certainly not. Your kings no fool, and neither are his ministers. One look at that face would tell any sensible man youd be more useful behind the enemys line than before it. I know what happened to Miletos; the Great King tore down your walls and sent you to herd goats. Id ask how you got out, but youve some story. Dont bother. Basias has his sword - not that hed need it. "
"I am protected - "
"Youre under no law but ours, and ours says we can kill you where you stand. It would give Basias one fewer worry, and if you lie to me, hell wring your neck. "
Basias said, "He was in the Great Kings camp, Highness. I heard him tell Latro. "
Spreading his hands, the regent whispered, "Speak or die. Who got your report?"
Though the time had been so brief, the woman had recovered her composure. "Believe me, most royal - "
As quickly as he might have thrust with his spear, Basias grasped her arm. She raised a hand to claw his face, but a blow to her head sent her reeling across the tent.
Basias drew his sword.
"Wait," the regent told him. To me he said, "I saw that step. You would have protected your friend, if only Basias were here. What if he were not? If you had only Pasicrates and me to deal with?"
I said, "If it werent for the sentries, I would have killed all of you, or tried to. "
Io gasped, "Master, no!"
The regent waved her fears away. "Your masters a man of courage. Hell need to be, living among us. "
Awkwardly, the woman got to her feet. There were tears in her eyes, but something else too.
"I dont have time for more of this," the regent told her. "You may speak and live or remain silent and die. Choose. "
"Then I choose to speak," the woman said. "Who would not?" She smoothed her cloak as women do, as women keep their clothes in order though the cities burn.
"Good. A confessed spy may be useful. Useful, you may live and even prosper. Who got your report?"
"Artabazus. "
"Better and better. And that report was . . . ?"
"That half a year and a few gifts would make any fighting unnecessary. "
"He did not believe you?"
The woman shook her head. "He believed me, but he couldnt convince Mardonius. "
Basias dropped his sword. It fell point down, piercing the carpet where he stood and sticking upright in the earth beneath it. He lifted his arm and looked at his hand with unbelieving eyes. The fingers were swollen, and there was a gray pallor on the skin.
"Let me see that," the regent said. And then, when Basias did not obey, "Come here!"
Like a doll moved by strings, Basias walked to where the regent sat and held out his hand.
"He had a poisoned pin in his hair. " The regent looked at the woman. "Tell us the antidote. "
"I have no pin, Highness," she said. "You may search my person if you wish. "
"You hid it when you fell. You may be worth something at that. Whats your name?"
"Eurykles, Highness. Others have thought so. "
The regent nodded absently. "Basias, tell the sentries one of them is to take you to Kichesippos, my healer. The rest of you, come here and sit before me. Im tired of breaking my neck. Take cushions if you want. "
I got a cushion for the woman and a long one for Io and me. As I put them down before t
he regent, I could hear Basias talking to the sentries outside.
"You too, Pasicrates," the regent said, and his messenger seated himself upon a cushion at his right hand.
"Eurykles, tell me why you gave Artabazus that advice. "
"Because it was the best I could give," the woman said. She paused to gather her thoughts. "War is only the last recourse of politics; it has no sure victories, or so I think. A king who fights when he might gain his ends by a cupful of wisdom and a handful of gold is a fool. "
The regent smiled. "You believe your Great King a fool?"
"The Great King was gone. Mardonius was a good soldier but a stupid man. If Artabazus had been in command . . . "
"If Artabazus had been in command, what then? What of the Hellenes? Youre one, as you just reminded us. "
"Youd be ruled by men of our race, just as you are now, and as our cities in the lesser Asia are.
What difference would there be? Why should ten myriads die?"
"You know of others who think as you do? In Thought?"
"Im certain such men exist. "
"Youre careful. So am I. " The regent glanced at Io and me. "Let me suggest to all three of you something you may not have noticed. Perhaps I should say let us suggest it, because Ive talked to Pasicrates and he feels as I do. "
The woman leaned toward him, her fingers playing upon her cheek. "Yes, Highness?"
"We are four men whose interests run so close theyre indistinguishable. Let me speak of Rope and this whole country first. We Rope Makers are the finest soldiers in the world, and the Great King knows that now. But men who know war know its no game; a wise man dodges it if he can, just as you said. As for glory, my uncle Leonidas won enough at the Gates to the Hot Springs to last our family till Tantalus drinks - I say nothing of my own battle. An honorable peace, then, is our only desire. "
The woman called Eurykles gave the slightest of nods, her eyes fixed upon the regent as a serpent transfixes a bird.
"Our country is divided into so many warring cities no one can count them all, or no one has bothered. Every clutter of huts on the mountainside makes its own laws, issues its own currency, and fields its tiny army to crush its tiny neighbor. Clearly, what we need is union under the noblest of our cities, which by a happy coincidence happens to be my own. "
"By a coincidence even happier," the woman said, "I have before me a member of the elder royal house of that city, who is in addition its most renowned living leader. "
"Thank you. " The regent nodded graciously. "Unfortunately, our city is not strong enough to unite all the rest. More, it is not rich enough. I have often thought that if only we had found the silver, instead of Thought, or if we had seized the treasury of Croesus . . . " He shrugged and let the words trail away. "But suppose we had the help - or at least the threat - of additional troops. Cavalry, let us say, because theres so little here. With that threat and gold enough to make gifts to farsighted men, a great deal might be done. "
The woman nodded. "It might indeed. "
Pasicrates murmured, "Highness, do you think you should speak in this way before the child?"
"Speak in what way? Say that I seek an honorable peace with the Great King and a position for Rope commensurate with its virtues? She may repeat that to anyone she may meet. "
Io said, "I wont repeat anything. I dont do that, except for telling Latro. But you said all our interests went together. "
"Your master is fortunate in his slave; Ive seen that already. As for our interests, lets take Eurykles here first. Well get to you in a moment. Eurykles serves the Great King, as he admitted a moment ago.
More directly, he serves Artabazus. He wishes to be rewarded for his work, like any other man. The Great King wants to recover the prestige he lost here and to add to his glory. Peace and union under a leader grateful to him - "
The woman said, "Would be all he could desire, Highness, Im sure. Someone who has the kings ear would have to be consulted, naturally. "
"Naturally. Now as to you, child. Your city is allied with the Great King already, and as your friend Pindaros told you, it would have been destroyed but for my own city and my acts in its behalf. Isnt it clear that anything that helps your strongest friends helps you?"
Io shook her head. "To tell the truth, I dont care about my city. I care about Latro. "
I said, "Who is a soldier of the Great Kings. You think Im an idiot because I forget, Prince Pausanias, and perhaps I am. But Ive always known that, even when I did not know my name. "
Chapter 28 Mycale
A place of which most, I think, had never heard before is now on everyones lips. The combined fleets of Thought and the Rope Makers have given the barbarians another terrible defeat there. Some say this was on the same day as the great battle in which I was wounded, others that it must surely have been after it, for it could not have taken so long for the news to reach us. To this the first reply that a ship may be delayed for any time one chooses by storms and contrary winds, and that the news came first to Thought, and only subsequently to us from there.
Io said, "Oh, I hope the black mans all right. I know you dont remember the black man, Latro, but he was your friend even before Pindaros and me. When they brought you to the temple, he was with you. "
I asked her, "Do you think he was in that battle?"
"I hope not, but he probably was. When Hypereides sold you to Kalleos, he kept the black man.
And Hypereides was going to take his ships back to the fleet. "
"Then I hope the black man is safe, and Hypereides dead. "
"You shouldnt be like that, master. Hypereides wasnt a bad man. He got us out of that dungeon in Tower Hill, just by talking, and he let Pindaros and Hilaeira go when the law said he should. "
But before I write of these recent matters, I should write of earlier things, which may soon be lost to me in the mist I cannot drive from the back of my thoughts. The regent has put us in the care of his messenger, who sent his slaves to bring our possessions and Basiass tent. He showed us where his own stood, near the regents, and told us to put up Basiass beside it. I did not think I recalled how a tent should be erected; but when I had spread everything upon the ground, the steps came to me each in turn.
