"What"s funny, young man? That you are what I wish I were," Sokrates replied.
In the shadowed s.p.a.ce between his nasal and cheekpieces, the other man"s eyes widened slightly. "You talk like a sophist."
"So my enemies have always-Ha!" Sokrates fended off a sudden spearthrust with his shield. "Thought you"d take me unawares, did you?"
"I am your enemy. I-" Now the Syracusan was the one who broke off. He turned his head this way and that to look about. With his helmet on, a hoplite couldn"t move only his eyes. Sokrates looked, too, with quick, wary flicks of the head. He saw nothing. For a moment, he also heard nothing. Then his ears-an old man"s ears, sure enough, he thought-caught the trumpet notes the Syracusan hoplite must have heard a few heartbeats sooner.
Sokrates looked around again. This time, when he looked . . . he saw. Over the crest of a nearby hill came men on horseback, peltasts-light-armed foot soldiers-and a solid column of hoplites. No possible way to doubt which side they belonged to, either. At the head of the column rode Alkibiades, his bright hair shining in the sun, a chiton all of purple-an outrageous, and outrageously expensive, garment-marking him out from every other man.
Shouting out their war cry, the Athenian newcomers roared down on the Syracusans. "We are undone!" one of the Syracusan hoplites cried. They broke ranks and ran back toward their polis. Some of them threw away spears and even shields to flee the faster.
Other Syracusans-perhaps a quarter of their number-tried to go on against the Athenian phalanx they"d been fighting. One of those was the hoplite who"d tussled so long against Sokrates. "Yield," Sokrates urged. "Yield to me, and I will see to it that you suffer no evil."
"I serve my polis no less than you serve yours, Athenian," the man answered, and hurled himself at Sokrates once more. Now, though, with the Syracusan line melting away like rotting ice, he fought not Sokrates alone but three or four Athenians. He fought bravely, but he didn"t last long.
"Forward!" an Athenian officer cried. "Forward, and they break. Eleleu! Eleleu!"
Forward the Athenians went. Hoplites in a body had a chance, often a good chance, against peltasts and hors.e.m.e.n, even if they moved more slowly than their foes. Peltasts could only use their bows and slings and fling javelins from a distance. Likewise, cavalry had trouble closing because the riders would pop off over their horses" tails if they drove him a charge with the lance. But the panicked, running Syracusans, also hard-pressed by the Athenian hoplites, went down like trees under carpenters" axes.
Alkibiades at their head, the Athenian hors.e.m.e.n got in amongst the Syracusans. They speared some and felled others with slashes from their long cavalrymen"s swords. The peltasts tormented the foe with arrows and leaden sling bullets and javelins. And, now roaring "Eleleu!" "Eleleu!" like men seized by Furies, the Athenian hoplites rolled over the slower and more stubborn Syracusans. like men seized by Furies, the Athenian hoplites rolled over the slower and more stubborn Syracusans.
The whole enemy host might have fallen there in front of their polis. But the defenders on the walls saw what was happening to them. The gate from which the Syracusan phalanx had marched forth flew open again. The Syracusans ran for their salvation. The Athenians ran after them-and with them.
Like a lot of veterans, Sokrates saw what that might mean. No matter how winded, no matter how parched, he was, he shouted, "As fast as we can now, men of Athens! If we get into Syracuse among them, the city is ours!" He made his stubby legs twinkle over the ground.
Up ahead, Alkibiades heard his voice. He waved and made his horse rear, clinging to the animal with his knees and with one hand clutching its mane. Then he, too, pointed toward that open gate. The horse came down onto all fours. It galloped forward, bounding past the Syracusans on foot. Other riders saw what was toward and followed.
The first Syracusan hoplites were already inside the polis. In stormed the hors.e.m.e.n. They turned on the gate crew, killing some and scattering others. Some of the Syracusan hoplites tried to haul the gates closed. The cavalrymen fought them, delayed them. Athenian peltasts rushed up to the hors.e.m.e.n"s aid. Madness reigned around the gate.
What is madness, Sokrates thought, save the absence of order? save the absence of order? Still in good order, the Athenian phalanx hammered its way through the chaos-through the chaos, through the gate, and into Syracuse. The Syracusan women and children and old men wailed in horror. The Athenian hoplites roared in triumph. Still in good order, the Athenian phalanx hammered its way through the chaos-through the chaos, through the gate, and into Syracuse. The Syracusan women and children and old men wailed in horror. The Athenian hoplites roared in triumph.
Sokrates roared with the rest: "Syracuse is ours!"
Women wept. Wounded men moaned. The stinks of smoke and blood and spilled guts filled the air. A drunk Athenian peltast danced the kordax, howling out filthy words to go with the filthy dance. His p.e.c.k.e.r flipped up to smack against his stomach at every prancing step. It was all bread and fine fish and wine-especially wine-to Alkibiades. He stood in front of-appropriately enough-the temple of Athena, watching chained Syracusan captives shamble past.
Nikias came up to him, looking slightly-no, more than slightly-dazed. Alkibiades gave his fellow general his prettiest bow. "Hail," he said, and then, as if Nikias couldn"t see it for himself, "We have Syracuse."
"Er-yes." Nikias might see it, but he seemed hardly able to credit it. "We do."
"Do you believe, then, that the G.o.ds have shown I"m innocent of sacrilege?" Alkibiades asked. He wasn"t sure he believed that himself; some of the things Sokrates and Kritias had said about the G.o.ds made him have even more questions than he would have had otherwise. But it was important that prominent, conservative Nikias should believe it.
And the older man dipped his head. "Why, yes, son of Kleinias, I do. I must. I don"t see how any man could doubt it, considering what has happened here in Sicily."
I have to make sure he never talks to Sokrates, Alkibiades thought. He"d find out exactly how a man could doubt it He"d find out exactly how a man could doubt it. Sokrates was a great one for making anybody doubt anything. But there wasn"t much risk that he and Nikias would put their heads together. Sokrates would talk with anyone. Nikias, on the other hand, was a born sn.o.b. With another bow, carefully controlled so it didn"t seem mocking, Alkibiades asked, "What did you expect to happen on this campaign?"
Nikias" eyes got big and round. "I feared . . . disaster," he said hoa.r.s.ely. "I feared our men failing when they tried to wall off Syracuse. I feared our fleet trapped and beaten by the Syracusans. I feared our brave soldiers worsted and worked to death in the mines. I had . . . dreams." His voice wobbled.
Grinning, Alkibiades clapped him on the shoulder. "And they were all moonshine, weren"t they? These amateurs made a mistake, and we made them pay for it. We"ll put the people we we want into power here-you can always find men who will do what you want-and then, before the sailing season ends, we"ll go back and see what we can do about giving the Spartans a clout in the teeth." want into power here-you can always find men who will do what you want-and then, before the sailing season ends, we"ll go back and see what we can do about giving the Spartans a clout in the teeth."
At that, Nikias" eyes got bigger and rounder than ever. But he said, "We shall have to be careful here. The men we establish may turn against us, or others may rise up and overthrow them."
He was right. Naivete and superst.i.tion sometimes made him a fool; never stupidity. Alkibiades said, "True enough, O best one. Still, once we"re done here, Syracuse will be years getting her strength back, even if she does turn against us. And that"s what we came west for, isn"t it? To weaken her, I mean. We"ve done it."
"We have," Nikias agreed wonderingly. "With the help of the G.o.ds, we have."
Alkibiades" grin got wider. "Then let"s enjoy it, shall we? If we don"t enjoy ourselves while we"re here on earth, when are we going to do it?"
Nikias sent him a severe frown, the frown a pedagogue might have sent a boy who, on the way to school, paused to stare at the naked women in a brothel. "Is that that why you staged a why you staged a komos komos last night?" last night?"
"I didn"t stage the drinking-bout. It just happened," Alkibiades answered. After a night of revelry like that, his head should have ached as if a smith"s hammer were falling on it. It should have, but it didn"t. Victory made a better anodyne than poppy juice. He went on, "But if you think I didn"t enjoy it, you"re wrong. And if you think I didn"t deserve it, you"re wrong about that, too. If I can"t celebrate after taking Syracuse when n.o.body thought I could"-he didn"t say the other general had thought that, though he knew Nikias had-"when am am I ent.i.tled to, by the dog of Egypt?" I ent.i.tled to, by the dog of Egypt?"
Nikias muttered at the oath, which Alkibiades had picked up from Sokrates. But he had no answer. Alkibiades hadn"t thought he would.
The Peloponnesos is shaped like a hand, narrow wrist by Corinth in the northeast, thumb and three short, stubby fingers of land pointing south (the little island of Kythera lies off the easternmost finger like a detached nail). Sparta sits in the palm, not far from the base of the middle finger. Having rowed through the night, the Athenian fleet beached itself between the little towns of Abia and Pherai, in the indentation between the middle and western-most fingers, just as dawn was breaking.
Alkibiades ran from one ship to another like a man possessed. "Move! Move! Move!" he shouted as the hoplites and peltasts and the small force of cavalry emerged from the transports. "No time to wait! No time to waste! Sparta"s only a day"s march ahead of us. If we strike hard enough and fast enough, we get there before the Spartans can pull enough men together to stop us. They"ve been ravaging Attica for years. Now it"s our turn on their home ground."
To the east, the Taygetos Mountains sawbacked the horizon. But the pa.s.s that led to Sparta was visible even from the beach. Alkibiades vaulted onto his horse"s back, disdaining a leg-up. Like any horseman, he wished there were some better way to mount and to stay on a beast"s back. But there wasn"t, or n.o.body had ever found one, and so, like any horseman, he made the best of things.
"Come on!" he called, trotting out ahead of the hoplites. "All of us against not all of them! How can we help but whip "em?"
They hadn"t gone far before they came across a farmer looking up at the not yet ripe olives on his trees. He wasn"t a Spartan, of course; he was a Messenian, a helot-next thing to a slave. His eyes bugged out of his head. He took off running, and he might have beaten the man who"d won the sprint at the last games at Olympia.
"Pity we can"t cut down their olive groves, the way they"ve done to ours in Attica," Alkibiades said to Nikias, who rode not far away.
"No time for that," Nikias answered.
Alkibiades dipped his head. "We"ll do what we can with fire," he said. But olives were tough. The trees soon recovered from burning alone; really harming them required long, hard axework.
The ground rose beneath the Athenians" feet. Sweat rivered off the hoplites marching in armor. Alkibiades had made every man carry a jug full of heavily watered wine. Every so often, one of them would pause to swig. Most of the streambeds were dry at this season of the year, and would be till the rain came in winter. When the army found one with a trickle of water in it, men fell out to drink.
"They say the Persian host drank streams dry on the way to h.e.l.las," Alkibiades remarked. "Now we can do the same."
"I do not care to be like the Persians in any way," Nikias said stiffly.
"Oh, I don"t know," Alkibiades said. "I wouldn"t mind having the Great King"s wealth. No, I wouldn"t mind that a bit. By the dog, I"d use it better than he has."
Except for the track that led up toward the pa.s.s, the country around the Athenians got wilder and wilder. Oaks and brush gave way to dark, frowning pines. A bear lumbered across the track in front of Alkibiades. His horse snorted and tried to rear. He fought it down.
"Good hunting in these woods," Nikias said. "Bear, as you saw. Wild boar, too, and goat and deer."
If I"d gone back towards Athens and then fled as I first planned to do, I suppose I would have ended up in Sparta, Alkibiades thought. I would have wanted to harm Athens all I could for casting me out, and Sparta would have been the place to do it. I might have hunted through these mountains myself if I hadn"t hashed things out with Sokrates. The world would have been a different place I would have wanted to harm Athens all I could for casting me out, and Sparta would have been the place to do it. I might have hunted through these mountains myself if I hadn"t hashed things out with Sokrates. The world would have been a different place.
He laughed. I"m still hunting through these mountains. Not bear or boar, though. Not goat or deer. I"m hunting Spartans-better game still I"m still hunting through these mountains. Not bear or boar, though. Not goat or deer. I"m hunting Spartans-better game still.
No forts blocked the crown of the pa.s.s. The Spartans weren"t in the habit of defending themselves with forts. They used men instead. This time, by Zeus, some men are going to use them This time, by Zeus, some men are going to use them. Laughing, Alkibiades called, "All downhill from now on, boys." The Athenians raised a cheer.
A hoplite near Sokrates pointed ahead. "That"s it it?" he said in disbelief. "That"s the place we"ve been fighting all these years? That miserable dump? It looks like a bunch of villages, and not rich ones, either." the place we"ve been fighting all these years? That miserable dump? It looks like a bunch of villages, and not rich ones, either."
"You can"t always tell by looking," Sokrates said. "If Sparta were to become a ruin, no one would believe how powerful the Spartans really are. They don"t go in for fancy temples or walls. This looks more like a collection of villages, as you say, not a proper polis. If Athens were to be deserted, visitors to the ruins would reckon us twice as strong as we really are. And yet, have the Spartans shown they can stand against us for the mastery of h.e.l.las, or have they not?"
"They have," the other hoplite replied. "Up till now."
Now, everything in the valley of the Eurotas that would burn burned: olive groves, fields, houses, the barracks where the full Spartan citizens ate, the relative handful of shops that supported the Spartans and the perioikoi perioikoi-those who lived among them, the second-cla.s.s citizens on whose labor the Spartans proper depended. A great cloud of smoke rose into the heavens. Sokrates remembered seeing the smudges on the horizon that meant the Spartans were burning the cropland of Attica. Those had been as nothing next to this.
Down through the smoke spiraled the carrion birds-vultures and ravens and hooded crows and even jackdaws. They had not known a feast like this for long and long and long. Most of the dead were those who lived here. The folk of Sparta had tried to attack the Athenians whenever and wherever they could. Not just the men had come at them, but also the Spartan women, the women who were used to exercising naked like men and to throwing the javelin.
No, they"d shown no lack of courage. But the Athenians had stayed in a single compact body, and the Spartans, taken by surprise, had attacked them by ones and twos, by tens and twenties. The only way to beat a phalanx in the open field was with another phalanx. With most of their full citizens, their hoplites, not close enough to their home polis, the Spartans didn"t, couldn"t, a.s.semble one. And they paid. Oh, how they paid.
Through the roar of the flames, an officer shouted, "We take back no prisoners. None, do you hear me? Nothing to slow us down on the march back to the fleet. If you want these Spartan women to bear half-Athenian children, do it here, do it now!"
The other hoplite said, "A woman like that, you drag her into the dirt, she"s liable to try and stab you while you"re on top."
"I"m too old to find rape much of a sport," Sokrates replied.
An officer called, "Come on, lend a hand on the ropes, you two! We"ve got to pull down this barracks hall before we set it afire!"
Sokrates and the other Athenian set down their shields and spears and went to haul on the ropes. The Athenians had guards standing close by, so Sokrates didn"t worry about losing his weapons. He pulled with all his might. The corner post crashed down. Half the barracks collapsed. The Athenians cheered. A man with a torch held it to a beam till the flames took hold. When they did, another cheer rose to the heavens with the smoke.
Wearily, Sokrates strode back to pick up his equipment. A little Spartan boy-he couldn"t have been more than ten-darted in like a fox to try to grab the shield and spear first. The boy had just bent to s.n.a.t.c.h them up when a peltast"s javelin caught him in the small of the back. He shrieked and fell, writhing in torment. Laughing, the peltast pulled out the throwing spear. "He"ll take a while to die," he said.
"That is an evil end," Sokrates said. "Let there be as much pain as war must have, but only so much." He knelt, drew his sword, and cut the boy"s throat. The end came soon after that.
An old woman-older than Sokrates, too old for any of the Athenians to bother-said, "Thank you for the mercy to my grandson."
Her Doric drawl and some missing front teeth made her hard to understand, but the Athenian managed. "I did not do it for him," he replied. "I did it for myself, for the sake of what I thought to be right."
Her scrawny shoulders went up and down in a shrug. "You did it. That is what matters. He has peace now." After a moment, she added, "You know I would kill you if I could?"
He dipped his head. "Oh, yes. So the old women of Athens say of the Spartans who despoiled them of a loved one. The symmetry does not surprise me."
"Symmetry. Gylippos is dead, and you speak of symmetry." She spat at his feet. "That"s for your symmetry." She turned her back and walked away. Sokrates found no answer for her.
Even before the sun rose red and b.l.o.o.d.y over the smoke-filled valley of the Eurotas, Alkibiades booted the Athenian trumpeters out of sleep. "Get up, you wide-a.r.s.ed catamites," he called genially. "Blare the men awake. We don"t want to overstay our welcome in beautiful, charming Sparta, now do we?"
Hoplites groaned as they staggered to their feet. Spatters of fighting had gone on all through the night. If the army lingered, the fighting today wouldn"t be spatters. It would be a storm, a flood, a sea. And so And so, Alkibiades thought, we don"t linger we don"t linger.
Some of the men grumbled. "We haven"t done enough here. Too many buildings still standing," was what Alkibiades heard most often.
He said, "The lion yawned. We reached into his mouth and gave his tongue a good yank. Do you want to hang on to it till he bites down?"
A lot of them did. They"d lost farmhouses. They"d seen olive groves that had stood for centuries hacked down and burned. They hungered for as much revenge as they could take. But they obeyed him. They followed him. He"d led them here. Without him, they never would have come. When he told them it was time to go, they were willing to believe him.
They didn"t have much to eat-bread they"d brought, bread and porridge they"d stolen, whatever sheep and pigs they"d killed. That alone would have kept them from staying very long. They didn"t worry about such things. Alkibiades had to.
Away they marched, back down the trail of destruction they"d left on the way to Sparta, back up toward the pa.s.s through the Taygetos Mountains. Even if n.o.body had pointed the way, the Spartans would have had no trouble pursuing. That didn"t matter. The Spartans could chase as hard as they pleased, but they wouldn"t catch up.
As he had on the way to Sparta, Nikias rode beside Alkibiades on the way back to the ships. He reminded Alkibiades of a man who"d spent too much time talking with Sokrates (though he hadn"t really spent any), or of one who"d been stunned by taking hold of an electric ray. "Son of Kleinias, I never thought any man could do what you have done," he said in amazement. "Never."
"A man who believes he will fail is surely right," Alkibiades replied. "A man who believes he can do great things may yet fail, but if he succeeds . . . Ah, if he succeeds! He who does not dare does not win. Say what you will of me, but I dare I dare."
Nikias stared, shook his head-a gesture of bewilderment, not disagreement-and guided his horse off to one side. Alkibiades threw back his head and laughed. Nikias flinched as if a javelin had hissed past his head.
Halfway up the eastern slope of the mountains, where the woods came down close to the track on either side, a knot of Spartans and perioikoi perioikoi, some armored, some in their shirts, made a stand. "They want to stall us, keep us here till pursuit can reach us," Alkibiades called. "Thermopylai was a long time ago, though. And holding the pa.s.s didn"t work for these fellows then, either."
He flung his hoplites at the enemy, keeping them busy. The peltasts, meanwhile, slipped among the trees till they came out on the track behind the embattled Spartans. After that, it wasn"t a fight any more. It was a slaughter.
"They were brave," Nikias said, looking at the huddled corpses, at the torn cloaks dyed red so they would not show blood.
"They were stupid," Alkibiades said. "They couldn"t stop us. Since they couldn"t, what was the point of trying?" Nikias opened his mouth once or twice. Now he looked like nothing so much as a tunny freshly pulled from the sea. Dismissing him from his mind, Alkibiades urged his horse forward with pressure from his knees against its barrel and a flick of the reins. He raised his voice to a shout once more: "Come on, men! Almost halfway back to the ships!"
At the height of the pa.s.s through the mountains, he looked west toward the bay where the Athenian fleet waited. He couldn"t see the ships, of course, not from about a hundred stadia away, but he looked anyhow. If anything had gone wrong with them, he would end up looking just as stupid as those Spartans who"d tried to slow down the Athenian phalanx.
He lost a few men on the journey down to the seash.o.r.e. One or two had their hearts give out, and fell over dead. Others, unable to bear the pace, fell out by the side of the road to rest. "We wait for n.o.body," Alkibiades said, over and over. "Waiting for anyone endangers everyone." Maybe some soldiers didn"t believe him. Maybe they were too exhausted to care. They would later, but that would be too late.
Where was Sokrates? Alkibiades peered anxiously at the marching Athenians. The dear old boy could have been father to most of the hoplites in the force. Had he been able to stand the pace? All at once, Alkibiades burst out laughing once more. There he was, not only keeping up but volubly arguing with the younger soldier to his right. Say what you would about his ideas-and Alkibiades, despite listening to him for years, still wasn"t sure about those-but the man himself was solid.
As the Athenians descended the western slopes of the Taygetos Mountains, they pointed, calling, "Thalatta! Thalatta!" "Thalatta! Thalatta!"-The sea! The sea!-and, "Nees! Nees!" "Nees! Nees!"-The ships! The ships! Sure enough, the transports and the triremes protecting them still waited there. Alkibiades allowed himself the luxury of a sigh of relief.
Then sand flew up under his horse"s hooves. He"d reached the beach from which he and the Athenians had set out early the morning before. "We did our part," he called to the waiting sailors. "How was it here?"
"The Spartans" triremes stuck their noses in to see what we had," a man answered. "When they saw, they turned around and skedaddled."
"Did they?" Alkibiades had hoped they would. The sailor dipped his head. Alkibiades said, "Well, best one, now we shall do the same."
"And then what?" the fellow asked.
"And then what?" Alkibiades echoed. "Why, then we head back to our polis, and we find out just who "the people of Athens" really are." The sailor grinned. So did Alkibiades.