by Gene Wolfe
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"Ill write it down," I told him.
"To be sure!" Pindaros laughed softly. "The gods have their revenge, as always.
"We call for night to hide our acts,
But Night, a god, gives God the facts. "
"I like that, too," I said.
"Composed for you this moment and thrown hot from the forge. Still, there may be something in it.
Weve need of night. "
"Pindaros, is there really a god of night?"
"There are at least a dozen. "
"With a body like a snakes and a head like a womans, a woman with black hair that has never seen a comb?"
He stared at me for a moment in silence, and at last stirred the fire as he had before. "Youve seen that, havent you? No, thats no goddess - its a monster of some kind. Heracles was supposed to have rid this part of the world of them; but Heracles has been on the Mountain for four hundred years, and I suppose theyre creeping back. Do you see it now?"
I shook my head.
"Good. I was hoping to get some sleep before these slaves stirred their lazy legs. If you see your monster again, dont touch it. Promise?"
"I promise. " I almost said that if I were to touch him, that might be enough; but I did not.
He rose and stretched. "Then Ill try to sleep. A sleep without dreams, I hope. Empty of horrors. I ought to copy you and write myself a note forbidding me to talk to you in the dark. Alas, I lack your diligence. Good night again, Latro. "
"Good night, Pindaros. "
When he was gone, a small arm circled my waist. "I know you," I told its owner. "Youre Io. Ive been reading about you in this scroll. "
"Youre my master," the child said. "They had no right to do what they did to me. Only you. "
"What did they do?" I asked, but she did not answer. Putting my arm about her shoulders, I looked at her face in the firelight and saw how many tears had furrowed those dusty cheeks. "If the serpent woman comes again, Ill tell her she cant have you. "
She shook her head. "Its not that. I ran away, and now Ive been punished for it. "
"Did you run away from me, little Io? I wouldnt punish you if you did. "
She shook her head. "From the Bright God. And I lied when I said hed given me to you. "
"Perhaps he did," I told her. Holding her close, I watched the silent figures in the shadows for some sign, but there was none. "The gods are not at all like us, little Io. "
PART II
Chapter 7 Beside the Beached Ships
This little tent seems small indeed. When I woke a short time ago, I discovered this scroll. Being barred from leaving by the sentry at the door and not wishing to disturb the black man who shares this tent with me (he was busily carving a doll), I resolved to read it from the beginning.
I had hardly started when a man in a fine corselet of bronze came in, and I supposed him to be the healer of whom I had just read. He disabused me of that notion at once, saying, "My names Hypereides, fellow. Hypereides the Trierarch, and Im your master now. How can you pretend not to know me?"
I said, "Im afraid I forget very quickly. "
He scowled ferociously and pointed a finger at me. "Now Ive got you! If you forget, how can you remember that?"
I explained that I had just read it and pointed to the place where it says, "The Healer says I forget very quickly, and that it is because of a wound I suffered in a battle. "
"Wonderful," Hypereides said. "Wonderful! Youve an answer for everything. "
"No," I said. "I only wish I did. If youre not the healer, can you tell me where I am now?"
There was a stool in one corner of the tent. (I am using it now to write this. ) He pulled it over and sat down, motioning for me to sit on the ground before him. "Armors heavy stuff," he said, "something I never considered as a youngster, when I used to watch the soldiers ride past in the Panathenaea. You learn soon enough to sit when you can and as high as you can, so its not too hard to stand up. " He took off his helmet with its gorgeous crest of blue horsehair and scratched his bald head. "Im too old for this sort of thing, let me tell you. I fought at Fennel Field, my boy, ten years ago. There was a battle! Would you like to hear the story?"
"Yes," I said. "Very much. "
"You really would? Youre not just saying that to please a man older than yourself?"
"No, Id like it. Perhaps it would recall to me the battle in which I was wounded. "
"You dont remember my telling you yesterday? No, I see you dont. I didnt mean to cause you such pain. " He cleared his throat. "Ill make it up to you, my boy. Im a wealthy man back home, though you mightnt think it to see me parading about in this stuff. Im in leather, you see. Everybody in leather knows Hypereides. " He paused and his smile faded. "Three ships the Assembly laid on me. "
"Three ships?"
"Build them, outfit them, pay the rowers. It cost . . . well, you wouldnt believe what it cost. Want to take a look at them, my boy?"
"Yes. Im sure Ive seen ships before, somewhere, and they were very interesting. "
"Certainly," Hypereides said. "You too. "
Looking around, I saw that the black man had laid down the doll and his little knife and was asking by signs whether he might go with us.
"Its all right," Hypereides told the guard at the door. "In fact, I dont think well need you here any more. Go find Acetes and ask him what he wants you to do. "
Three ships had been drawn up on the beach, and their red-painted sides were covered with men hammering hair and pine tar into their seams.
"We were hit by a blow rounding Cape Malea," Hypereides explained. "It loosened them up, and by the time we got to Tower Hill we were taking on more water than I liked. A man does learn a bit about ships in the leather trade, Ill admit; and I thought it better to caulk them now than to try to take them back home as they were, and for all I know be handed some urgent message and told to put to sea again at once. Certainly it wouldnt do to run into a few stray barbarians and find them in better shape than we are. "
"Who are these barbarians?" I asked.
"Why, the Great Kings navy, of course. With the help of Boreas, we beat them in the Strait of Peace, let me tell you. There was a battle! I wish you could see our rams, my boy; the bronze itself is scarred.
There was a time - I dont expect you to believe this, yet its the plain fact - when there was so much blood in the sea we floated a span deeper than usual, just as if we were running up an estuary. Im telling you, every man you see here fought like a hero and every oar rose like a slaughtering spear. "
He pointed. "Thats my personal command in the middle there, Europa. A hundred and ninety-five men to pull her oars. A dozen soldiers besides myself, and four Sons of Scoloti to draw the bow. The soldiers dont have to be paid, being citizens like me or foreigners who live with us. But the rowers, my boy! Great gods, the rowers! Three obols a day for every stick, and their food. And wine for their water!
A drachma every day for each Son of Scoloti. Two for the kybernetes. Thats almost a dozen owls a day, just for Europa. With the other ships, it comes to twenty. "
He paused, frowning down at the sandy ground, then looked up and smiled. "Did you catch the signification of her name, my boy? Europa was carried off by the Thunderer in the shape of a bull. So when people see Europa, they think of a bull - wait till you see her mainsail! And what does a bull make them think of? Why, leather, of course. Because the best and strongest leather is bulls hide. And let me tell you, my boy, therell be a lot of shields to be refitted when this wars over. Leather - bull, bull - Europa, Europa - Hypereides. Besides, Europa gave her name to the whole continent, bigger than her brothers place and Libyas combined, and the barbarians come from the other side.
Europe - Europa. Europa - Hypereides. So whore you going to buy your leather from when the wars over?"
"You, sir, I promise. " But I was looking at the ships and thinking I could never have seen anything made by men half so lovely, though they smelled of
tar and lay on their sides like three beached logs. I said, "If Europa the woman was as slender and graceful as your ships, its no wonder the Thunderer ran away with her. Any man would want to. " I did not want him to guess I could not remember who the Thunderer might be.
Hypereides had put his helmet on, pushed back so the visor seemed the bill of a cap. Now he took it off again to rub his head. "Ive always thought she must have been on the weighty side, myself," he said. "I mean, what sort of woman would a god want to turn himself into a bull for? Besides, he carried her on his back, and his choosing a bulls shape for that makes it appear cargo was a consideration. "
He laid his arm across my shoulders. "Its quite wrong, my boy, to think that for a woman to give you pleasure she has to be as lissome as a lad from the palaestra. When we get back home, Ill introduce you to a hetaera called Kalleos. Then youll see. Besides, a girl with some flesh on her is easier to catch; when you get to be my age youll appreciate the importance of that. "
While we stood looking at the ships from a distance, the black man had run down to them and poked about. As Hypereides spoke of the hetaera, he came leaping back to squat before us, pointing with his chin to the ships and the sparkling sea and making many little marks in the sand with his fingers.
"Look there," Hypereides said. "This fellows seen the barbarian navy. Both of you must have, because you were with their army, and their ships followed it clear around the Water. "
"Were there really so many?" I asked him.
"More than a thousand, and thats not counting the traders that carried food for the troops, or the special ships the Great King had built for his cavalry horses. Why, in the Strait of Peace you couldnt see the water for blood and wreckage. "
He squatted beside the black man. "Heres the Long Coast. Right heres Tieup, where my old warehouse stood before they burned it; Megareos, my manager, is captain of Eidyia now. The man I had on Ceos has Clytia.
"Tieups where our navy was before it went up to Artemisium. Heres the island of Peace over here, and heres Peace. We only had about three hundred ships, and we beached em in these three bays on the island the night before. Mine were in this bay here - all our citys were. You can keep a trader at sea half a month, my boy, but a warship has to touch land nearly every night, because theres so many aboard you cant carry enough water for em. "
I said, "I see. "
"Themistocles was with the navy, and he had a slave of his swim the channel and demand an audience with the Great King. This slave said Themistocles had sent him, which was true enough, and Themistocles wanted to be satrap of the Long Coast. Then he warned the Great King that our navy was going to slip off the next day to reinforce Tower Hill. " Hypereides chuckled. "And the Great King believed it, too. He sent all the ships from Riverland around to the other end of the bay to cut us off.
"Then the strategists - mostly Themistocles and Eurybiades the Rope Maker, from what Ive heard - sent the ships from Tower Hill to make sure the Riverlanders, over there, didnt come up behind us. A lot of people in the city still think the ships from Tower Hill deserted, and you can see why: the rumor the slave started, and then their leaving the rest of the fleet. "
The black man pointed with his chin, and I saw a sailor striding up the beach toward us. Hypereides conferred with him for a moment, then told us to return to this tent. "Im putting you on your honor," he said. "I dont want to have to keep you two chained like the others, but if you try to leave, Ill have to do it. Understand?"
I told him I did.
"But youll forget - I forgot that. " He turned to the sailor and said, "Stay with them until I send somebody to relieve you. I dont think youll have any trouble; just dont let them wander away. "
He is with us now; his name is Lyson. He asked whether Hypereides had told me about the Battle of Peace. I said he had begun but had been called away, and I was eager to hear the rest.
Lyson grinned at that and said Hypereides had taken us to see his ships the day before as well and had recounted the events of the battle while we looked at them. Lyson had been whittling pegs then and had heard most of it. "He took you to see the other prisoners too, because he wanted to ask them questions about you. The little girl gave you that book, and Hypereides let you keep it; and he let that fellow have a knife like mine because he showed he wanted to whittle. "
I asked why these other prisoners were kept chained when we were not.
"Because theyre from Cowland, of course. But you, youre Hypereidess ideal audience, one he can tell his stories to over and over. " Lyson laughed.
I said, "I suppose the crews of all three ships are making fun of me. "
"Oh, no. Weve got too much to do for that. Anyway, were mostly laughing at Hypereides, not at you. And we wouldnt laugh at him if we didnt like him. "
"Is he a good commander?"
"He worries too much," Lyson said. "But yes, he is. He knows a lot about winds and currents, and its good to have somebody on a ship who worries too much. Hes an able merchant too - thats why we were sent here - and so he gets good food for us cheap and doesnt stint as much as most of them. "
"It seems strange to have a merchant commanding warships," I said. "Id think a horseman would do it. "
"Is that how it would be in your own country?"
"I dont know. Perhaps. "
"In Thought we keep the horsemen on their horses where they belong. But listen here, if you werent lying to Hypereides and you really dont know where youre from, youve only to look for a city where a horseman would be put in charge of warships. Its someplace in the Empire, I suppose. "
I asked where that lay.
"To the east. Whod you think we were fighting in the Strait of Peace, anyway?"