Killer Of Men Part 25
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Eualcidas hadn't left. He was watching me look at the lamp.
I was young. I felt that his gaze held some censure, and I put the lamp down and shrugged. 'My father was a bronze-smith,' I said.
He nodded and lay back, stretching his legs. 'You're not Athenian. I can tell.'
I shook my head. I have to put in here that I was the only non-citizen among the Athenians, and they never held it against me, because while I had been a slave, the friends.h.i.+p between Plataea and Athens had hardened into something like love or maybe it was forged in those three battles and somehow they'd managed not to f.u.c.k it up. But some of the older men would actually touch me for luck, because Plataea had brought Athens luck, or so they said.
So I shrugged. 'I'm from Plataea,' I said. 'But I've been a slave for a few years.'
He laughed easily, and the muscles in his throat were strong and golden like bronze. It was, for me, like talking to Achilles he was that famous. 'How did a man like you end up a slave?' he asked.
'I didn't end up a slave,' I retorted. 'I ended up in the front rank yesterday.'
He nodded, smiled and said nothing, a talent few men possess.
'Your people enslaved me,' I said.
He frowned. 'I've been a war-leader for five years,' he said. 'I've never marched on Plataea. You came to us, once, with the Athenians. You beat us like a drum!' He laughed.
That got me. I had heard it elsewhere, of course, but always from men who might have had the story wrong.
'I was there,' he continued. 'Right opposite your Plataeans. I have a scorpion on my s.h.i.+eld. Were you in the phalanx? You must have been young.'
I nodded, and there were suddenly tears in my eyes. 'My brother died fighting the Spartans,' I said, 'and I took his place in his armour.'
'He was brave?' Eualcidas asked.
'He was. And he died facing a Spartan, man to man.' I was weeping and the Euboean rolled over and put an arm around me. He didn't say anything. After a while he rolled back to where he'd been.
I was better. I hadn't really let myself think about it my brother's death, and my father's, and now, in the dark with a battle looming, I was filled with a bitter, angry grief for both. They were in the ground and I was still here. It's an odd thing, honey one I've seen often that soldiers rarely mourn a comrade when he falls. Sometimes it takes years.
'My father fell fighting your phalanx,' I said quietly. 'I was behind him, and I stood over his body for a little.' I stopped, because it was a bitter memory how I had been too weak to stand my ground, and how the rain of bronze and iron had beaten me to my knees and knocked me down.
I told it just like that. 'When I awoke, I was a slave,' I finished.
Eualcidas shook his head, and his teeth gleamed in the dark. 'You need to go to Delphi,' he said. 'You are G.o.d-touched, and you have been betrayed. No man of Euboea sold you as a slave. We ran. I ran,' he said, and he smiled that boy's smile. 'If you live long enough, you'll run, too. The day comes, and the moment, and life is sweet.'
I found that I was holding his hand. He had hard calluses on his palm.
I felt better. 'I don't think there's shame in running when everyone runs,' I said. I'm not sure that's really what I thought, but he was a great man, and suddenly he was looking for my comfort.
He smiled, and it wasn't his boy's smile. It was a very old smile indeed. 'Wait until you run,' he said. He shrugged. 'You're a good young man. I like you, but I have a feeling you won't come and share my blanket.'
I shook my head. 'Sorry, lord,' I said. I was, to be honest, tempted. He was kind kind. He was a killer of men, but something in him was basically good. And just sitting with him taught me I don't know what, but maybe that what I was becoming could be greater than the sum of the corpses I left.
In many ways, Aristides and Miltiades were better men. They built to last, and they did things for their city that will live for ever. Aristides was a n.o.ble man in every way, and his mind went deep. And Miltiades was the best soldier I've ever known, except maybe his son.
But Eualcidas was a hero, a man from the age of gold. Almost like a G.o.d.
He kissed me. 'Let's be heroes tomorrow,' he said. And went off among the rocks, back to his own men.
They tried us in the dawn, but we were cold, surly and awake, and the shower of thrown spears bounced off our s.h.i.+elds and we chased them down the pa.s.s without trouble. My part of the line wasn't even engaged.
The slaves brought us some dried meat and some cheese, and I ate what I could get down and drank my share of water. My canteen was still full, and I kept it and my leather bag on under my s.h.i.+eld, while most of the Athenians sent all their gear away with their slaves.
Late in the morning, I saw men on horseback round the bend and come forward, and I saw that it was Artaphernes, his right arm in a sling. We were standing in our ranks, and he rode quite close, but had the sense to stay a spear's cast away from us. Then he shook his head, made a quip to one of his aides and rode away.
It was perhaps an hour before they made their effort. We were bored, and nervous, and Aristides and Eualcidas kept walking along our front and talking which made the boys nervous. You the writer with the wax tablet if you ever lead men to war, let me tell you something not to do. Don't have long conferences with your subordinates. Got that?
What an old b.a.s.t.a.r.d I am. My pardon, sir you are a guest in my house. Have some more wine. And send some to me talking of battle is thirsty work.
Do you know that most of what men say about war is a tissue of lies? All the girls know it women get a distrust of male bragging in their mother's milk, eh? Hah, you aren't blus.h.i.+ng now, my pretty. No what I say is true. When the spears go down and the s.h.i.+elds smack together, who in Tartarus remembers what happens? It all goes by in a blur of panic and desperation, and you are always one sword thrust from the dark, until you stand there breathing like the accordion bellows in my father's shop and someone tells you it is over.
What soldiers remember is the time before, and sometimes the time after. At the fight in the pa.s.s, I remember Cleon my second-ranker had to p.i.s.s four times, even though he hadn't had enough water for two days. And Herk's best spear's head was loose, and he kept making it rattle in irritation not that we could hear it, but the vibration annoyed him, and he kept at it the way a man will pick at a sore.
Heraklides in the front rank on the right had the finest horsehair plume of any men among the Athenians. He removed it, combed it out and remounted it, which was a nice way of showing his contempt for the Medes, and did a lot for the rest of us.
Then Eualcidas threw one of his spears. He didn't run or hop he just stepped forward and threw with all his might, and, Ares, he was a hero. I had time to say something while it was in the air I said, will you look at that? will you look at that?, or something equally inane while it cleft the heavens.
It struck point first, and then he ran along the front. 'Unless you b.a.s.t.a.r.ds think you can out-throw me,' he said, 'no one throws a spear until the Medes are closer than that. No waste!'
We cheered him.
And then the Medes came.
They knew their business. They poured poured around the corner of the pa.s.s the bodyguard itself and then more Persians, their high hats and scale armour obvious, less than half a stade away. They halted and formed their front in a matter of instants, much faster than any of us had antic.i.p.ated. around the corner of the pa.s.s the bodyguard itself and then more Persians, their high hats and scale armour obvious, less than half a stade away. They halted and formed their front in a matter of instants, much faster than any of us had antic.i.p.ated.
The first flight of arrows. .h.i.t while we were still watching them in admiration. We were mostly veterans, and all our s.h.i.+elds were off our insteps, up on our arms and held high. I doubt a man died in that first flight, but a few men took an arrow in the instep. Cleon had one ring his helmet and it dazed him, and all of us had s.h.i.+elds moved moved by the weight of the arrows. Two arrows punched through the thin bronze on the face of my aspis, and the heavier one went right through the rim. by the weight of the arrows. Two arrows punched through the thin bronze on the face of my aspis, and the heavier one went right through the rim.
And that was just one volley.
The second volley came in and the third was in the air, and already men were losing their nerve. After the second volley there were screams, and I can't remember the next five or six, except that it was as if a big man was throwing stones at my s.h.i.+eld. I took a graze along the outside of my left thigh and another arrow hit my left greave so hard that I almost fell but the bronze held despite the mediocre work.
I turned and looked because Cleon's s.h.i.+eld wasn't pressed against my back. He wasn't far away an arm's length but he was also looking back.
'Close up and get your f.u.c.king s.h.i.+elds up!' I yelled, and then the next pair of volleys. .h.i.t. More screams. Now we had men down, and other men pressing back.
Heedless of the arrows, Eualcidas ran across the front of the phalanx. 'Ten men to run with me!' he shouted.
I had no idea what they had planned, but if Eualcidas was leading it, I was going.
'Front rank!' I shouted at Cleon. I stepped out as the next arrow storm hit.
Aristides was no coward. He stepped right out from his place as the strategos. 'As soon as you rush them, we'll march!' he shouted.
Oddly, ten paces in front of the phalanx, only one arrow hit my s.h.i.+eld. The Persians were lofting their arrows.
Now I understood what we were doing. And how suicidal it was.
Most of the men who stepped up were Euboeans. I think there were eight of them, and Eualcidas wasn't waiting for more.
'First man into the Medes will live for ever!' he said.
And we ran.
We ran as if we were running in the hoplitodromos, the race in armour. We ran right at their line three hundred Persians, a front rank of spearmen with big s.h.i.+elds, scalloped like Boeotian s.h.i.+elds, and then eight more ranks of men with heavy bows and short swords. Cyrus would be there, and Pharnakes, if I hadn't put him down, and all the others I knew.
I thought all that in one step, as my sandal crunched the gravel.
I had about two hundred more strides to run, or die.
We must have surprised them, and we surprised them again by being so fast. We were fast fast. When I think of that run, I remember what it was to be young to be so stupid that I would dare to cross a field of Persian arrows alone, and to be so strong that it seemed a reasonable risk.
We set the Medes a quandary shoot the runners, or shoot the phalanx? The phalanx came in behind us, and they were not slow. They began to sing the Paean, and it wasn't the best I've ever heard, but it was loud in the narrow confines of the pa.s.s.
Then you have to understand the Persian way. The front rank, as I say, is spearmen sometimes the second rank as well. So all the archers have to shoot over over the first two ranks, and that means that they lose the ability to pick off individual men. Master archers the officers decide how they will shoot. It is hard for them to detail a few men to shoot one target while the rest shoot another. the first two ranks, and that means that they lose the ability to pick off individual men. Master archers the officers decide how they will shoot. It is hard for them to detail a few men to shoot one target while the rest shoot another.
Not that I knew any of this. I just ran, and the only sound I could hear was my feet on the gravel. It was like running for a prize.
I ran fifty paces perhaps more before they began to shoot at me. It wasn't the storm from before, either it was a steady impact of single shafts against my s.h.i.+eld. Something stung my foot, and then I felt a blow like the kick of a mule against my s.h.i.+n, but again the greave held and still I ran forward.
And then the world cleared for me. It is hard to describe, really. I was running and then, as if my eyes had been closed, I was running like a G.o.d. I felt as if I was was a G.o.d. I had been running with my aspis held in front, and high, which made me blind to everything but the ground under my feet. Now I let my s.h.i.+eld go down a fraction, and I ran looking at the Medes. a G.o.d. I had been running with my aspis held in front, and high, which made me blind to everything but the ground under my feet. Now I let my s.h.i.+eld go down a fraction, and I ran looking at the Medes.
And they were close.
I have so much to say about this that I will only bore you, thugater. Except that something changed, and it was as if I could see, having been blind. I could see that I was going to live. I could see that I was about to be a hero. Athena granted me this, I think, or my ancestor Heracles.
Twenty paces from their s.h.i.+eld wall, I decided not to slow down.
It is worth saying that when men run at a s.h.i.+eld wall, they slow as they close in the last three or four paces. They have to, or they risk being spitted in the knee or thigh by a cool hand. And most men correctly dread the moment when they crash into the enemy's s.h.i.+eld. You are vulnerable, then. You could fall.
I didn't even slow. I lengthened my stride like a runner finis.h.i.+ng a race, as if a garland or a crown of laurel waited for me.
An arrow rang off the front of my helmet so hard that I almost lost my balance. And then I smashed into their wall, and all the sight and sound and smell of it hit me at once.
I killed men.
No man killed me.
I didn't know it at the time, but I was one of just two men to reach their wall. But we did reach it, and I was told afterwards that we knocked holes in their s.h.i.+eld wall like a big iron awl punching bronze.
The phalanx was close behind us, and no arrows were falling on them. They roared, although I didn't hear it. I was in a world no bigger than the blood-soaked ground beneath my sandals and the limits of my helmet. I remember that blows fell on that helmet like Pater's hammer on his anvil, and more blows glanced off the scales on my back and slashed my outer thighs and my right arm, but I refused to stop. I remember that. I remember deciding that I would go all the way through them and see what happened then. I pushed and stomped and killed, and I have no memory of fighting the spearmen, but only of killing archers, hacking their faces and their bows and pus.h.i.+ng forward, always forward, and the pain of the blows on my back and my helmet, and then, faster than I tell it, I was through. I was against the rock face of the pa.s.s, and I turned. Both my spears were gone the G.o.ds know where and I drew my sword, put my back to the rock and cut at every Persian who came forward.
They were brave. A dozen of them, rear-rankers, inexperienced men, pressed at me. They had neither s.h.i.+elds nor spears, and they were not much, hand to hand, and they pressed me clumsily, and despite the ringing in my head, I killed them. Not all of them. Just enough to make the rest pause and doubt themselves.
Then there was pressure, the kind of pressure you get in a nightmare, and I was crushed against big rock, and the aspis pushed into my neck and thighs, and I cried out from the pain of it.
And then men were screaming my name, and it was over.
Eualcidas was the first to embrace me. He pushed his helmet back on his brow and he was shaking from head to foot and had an arrow clean through his helmet.
'By Ares,' he said. 'I knew you were beautiful!'
And in those five minutes, in the time that the water-clocks give a man to speak his mind in the a.s.sembly, I was no longer a man.
I became a hero.
Most of the other eight men who ran with us were dead or badly wounded. Only Eualcidas and I had made the enemy line. And we had hurt the Medes badly, killing fifteen and downing another twenty. We had captives.
I was so dazed that I was sick. I threw up on the rocks, and Heraklides held my hair. Then we went back down the pa.s.s to where we had started. The slaves buried our dead and we waited in the sun. I drank the water men gave me, and then I drained the water and wine in my canteen.
Eualcidas came by. 'If they come back, will you do it again?' he asked.
I grinned. 'Of course,' I said.
It was like madness, or the smell of fine wine, or that moment when a woman lets her peplos fall but before you can touch her.
You want to know what makes Achilles different from the other men among the n.o.ble Achaeans? Homer must have known some killers of men. He knew us. Because any man any good man, and the world is full of them can stand his ground one fine day. He sets his mind or he is angry, or simply young. And he will stand his ground and kill, fighting his fears and his enemies together. We honour those men.
But the killers come alive come alive when there is nothing left but that fear and the rush of spirit, when all of your life falls away and you when there is nothing left but that fear and the rush of spirit, when all of your life falls away and you are are the edge of your sword and the point of your spear. The killers will fight every day, not one fine day. Eualcidas was serious. He knew we might have to run into the arrow storm again and now that he had my measure, he wanted me to run with him. the edge of your sword and the point of your spear. The killers will fight every day, not one fine day. Eualcidas was serious. He knew we might have to run into the arrow storm again and now that he had my measure, he wanted me to run with him.
And of course, I wanted to go.
No, that doesn't mean I wasn't afraid. I was terrified. But I had to feel that terror again and again.
But they didn't come back, and an hour after dark, we marched away into the torch-lit darkness, down the rest of the pa.s.s and on to the plain.
14.
Artaphernes followed us on to the plains, but now he had Lydian cavalry and some Medes, and they harried our retreat. We had bought Aristagoras a day, only for him to squander it like the fool he was. And so, just two days later, while my wounds were still un-healed and the aches from the fight at the pa.s.s were at their height, he forced us to battle.
Aristagoras arrayed us. He hated the Athenians by then, and he was visibly afraid a traitor in a losing rebellion. Eualcidas didn't hide his contempt, and Aristagoras retaliated like any petty tyrant, by putting us on the left and questioning our courage. He put his Milesians on the right, opposite the Medes, and he put the Ephesians in the centre with the Chians and the Lesbians. He set the lines in full view of Artaphernes. The satrap responded by moving his best infantry Carians, who later joined the rebellion against us. Unlike Aristagoras, Artaphernes never believed his own propaganda. He knew that the Athenians and the Euboeans were the most dangerous.
Aristagoras set our lines in the late afternoon of the second day after the fight in the pa.s.s. We stood in our places until the shadows were long, and then we walked back to our fires and ate. I didn't have a slave, but Cleon's slave, a surly Italian boy, made me stew and took my coppers with carefully hidden delight.
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