"Did he burn them?" Idomeneos asked, his voice like the noise of a galley being dragged across pebbles.
"No. Three were rammed and two captured, the crews killed. But I have a fleet of fifty beached at the Bay of Herakles. They must be protected. We must not forget that Helikaon destroyed an entire fleet in the Bay of Troy."
"We are not likely to forget," Agamemnon spit in a rare display of anger. "My fleets patrol the seas off the bay," he told Menestheos. "The Xanthos Xanthos will not get through to attack them." will not get through to attack them."
"Helikaon will not try," Odysseus pointed out. "He wants our ships there so we can all leave. He has nothing to gain by attacking them. But he will take any supply ship the Xanthos Xanthos finds." finds."
"You seem to know well what is in your friend Helikaon"s mind," Idomeneos commented scornfully.
Odysseus sighed. "I speak only common sense. Troy"s best hope is that our supplies fail and we are forced to give up our cause. The Xanthos Xanthos at sea and the Trojan Horse on land could between them leave us all starving by summer. Soldiers need to be fed, and fed often." at sea and the Trojan Horse on land could between them leave us all starving by summer. Soldiers need to be fed, and fed often."
"The riders of the Trojan Horse also need supplies," Agamemnon replied. "As the summer goes on, they will not be able to live off the land, and their horses will need feeding. They might be tempted to attack our supply wagons, even if heavily defended. We might use that to our advantage."
Odysseus asked him, "Was Hektor leading last night"s attack?"
"He was," the Mykene king answered. "This is one piece of good news. Hektor no longer commands in Troy. He is out leading raiding parties."
"Then who does command in the city?" Sharptooth asked. "Priam? The rumor is that he has lost his mind. They are friends of yours, Odysseus." He sneered. "Who orders Troy"s defenses now?"
Odysseus shrugged, refusing to rise to the bait, though anger was bubbling in his chest. "With Antiphones dead, I don"t know. Perhaps one of the generals. Maybe Polites."
"This is good news," said the portly Menelaus, repeating his brother Agamemnon"s words. "Knowing Hektor does not lead the defense, I mean. I think we must try another attack on the walls."
"Are you insane, man?" Odysseus roared, jumping to his feet and tipping back his chair, which crashed to the floor. "By Apollo"s b.a.l.l.s, after the carnage yesterday you would send more men to certain death! How many men did we lose, three hundred, four?"
"My brother might have a good idea," Agamemnon put in smoothly as Menelaus stumbled back under Odysseus"s onslaught.
"Menelaus never had a good idea in his life." Odysseus sneered. "He follows you around like a puppy dog, yapping when you tell him to and sometimes p.i.s.sing on your feet. This poxy plan is yours, Agamemnon, and I"d like to know why. Because, unlike your pup here, you"re not a stupid man."
Agamemnon had gone pale, and his dark eyes were angry.
"I, too, would like to hear why we should commit more of our forces to certain death," Menestheos of Athens put in mildly.
Agamemnon took a deep breath. He explained, "Yesterday a group of my warriors managed to take a part of the wall and hold it for a short while before being thrown back by the renegade Banokles and his men. If a brave troop of soldiers could take and hold just a section of the wall, then we could send hundreds up a ladder behind them. The Trojans would not be able to stop them. But we need the bravest of fighters, willing to risk their lives for our just cause."
He looked around the room, and his eyes rested on Achilles.
"I will have nothing to do with this insanity," the king of Thessaly said. "I and my Myrmidons will take part in no more suicidal attacks on the walls."
"So," Agamemnon said icily, "our champion Achilles fears-"
Achilles rose to his feet and in one swift stride was in front of Agamemnon, the tip of his sword resting lightly on the Mykene"s throat. It was done so quickly, so gracefully, that no one had time to move. Odysseus saw Patroklos lay his hand on his sword hilt, as did Agamemnon"s two Followers. There was a deathly silence in the megaron. megaron.
Agamemnon, staring unblinking into Achilles" eyes, continued. "I was going to say that Achilles fears for the lives of his men. This is understandable and is the mark of a true captain. The valiant Myrmidons have been vital to our success so far."
Achilles paused for a moment, then sheathed his sword. Without taking his eyes off Agamemnon, he returned to his seat.
"We are all men of honor," Agamemnon went on. "Achilles is our champion, and none doubts his countrymen"s bravery. But our attack will go ahead without Thessaly if it must."
"And without Ithaka," Odysseus put in. "My men will not be climbing walls to certain death. You can have my archers and my bow Akilina to defend your warriors from the ground; that is all."
"So be it," Agamemnon said coldly. "And what is your your plan for taking the walls, Tale Spinner? Or are you only here to weave children"s stories about magic pigs and flying ships?" plan for taking the walls, Tale Spinner? Or are you only here to weave children"s stories about magic pigs and flying ships?"
Black-bearded Meriones stood up and said angrily, "The king of Ithaka has proved himself in battle a hundred times. If it were not for him, we would still be languishing on the other side of the Scamander."
"Yes, yes," old Nestor put in impatiently. "We are all warriors here. I had fought a hundred battles before young Achilles was a gleam in his father"s eye. What I would know, Agamemnon King, is why you need us all here when you plan to send one troop of your men up a ladder."
"The attack will be the same as yesterday"s," the Battle King replied patiently. "With all our ladders and as many men as we can muster. The Trojans must not know where our eye is fixed."
"And where is it fixed?" the king of Pylos asked.
"Our target is the south wall beside the Great Tower of Ilion. If we can take and hold that small part of the wall, we will have access to the great tower through the battlements door. Then we will have two ways in: down the steps at the south wall or down through the tower, which, as you all know, opens behind the Scaean Gate. We need get only six men to the gate and the city is ours."
Odysseus waited a safe distance from the south wall, the great bow Akilina on his shoulder, as the western troops mustered for the new a.s.sault. This was to be no surprise attack. He could see the sun glinting off the helms of the Trojan forces lined up along the top of the wall.
Despite his losses, Agamemnon could gather more than thirty thousand warriors for the a.s.sault. The Ithakan king calculated that there could be no more than five thousand soldiers left inside the walls to defend Troy. That should be plenty today, he thought. Agamemnon"s latest scheme might work, but that was unlikely. Each pa.s.sing day, each failed a.s.sault, confirmed Odysseus in his belief that the only way to take the city was by trickery.
The ladders lay lined up on the ground. They were constructed of oak from the foothills of Mount Ida and lashed together with strong leather strips. They were heavy, and each required six men to raise it to the walls.
The command was given, and the attackers picked up their ladders and ran with them to the base of the wall. Within moments, scores of ladders had been raised and armored warriors were streaming up them. Odysseus stepped back a few paces, notched an arrow to the string, and waited, just as the defenders waited. The Trojans were waiting for each ladder to be charged with warriors before dislodging it from the wall. Odysseus was waiting for the defenders to lean out from the battlements to shift the ladders.
A bearded Trojan soldier holding a ladder pole stretched out from the top of the wall to hook the pole against a ladder and thrust it sideways. Odysseus could see a tiny patch of white between his helm and the armor at his neck. He sighted Akilina and loosed. The arrow punched through the man"s throat, and he slumped over the wall. Odysseus notched another arrow to the string and waited.
The ladder beside the great tower was downed quickly by the defenders, the warriors falling from it as it crashed to the ground. More soldiers raced to raise it again and to climb it regardless of the danger to themselves. Agamemnon had promised honor and a sheep"s weight in gold to the first man to reach the battlements and live. Odysseus picked off two more defenders at the top of the ladder. He saw a soldier on the wall spot him and point him out to the Phrygian archers. Odysseus grinned. He was well out of range of their puny bows.
The attackers were making a fourth attempt to climb the ladder by the tower. There were seven warriors on it when it was pushed sideways, dislodging the men clinging to it and those on the next two ladders as it crashed into them. There was a thin sound of cheering from the top of the walls.
But the attackers did not hesitate. New soldiers leaped forward and raised the ladders again. Such courage wasted on a doomed venture, Odysseus thought.
Glancing at the top of the wall again, he suddenly realized that the defenders had fallen back. He frowned. What are they up to now? he wondered.
All along the south wall he saw men come into view bearing huge shallow dishes of shining metal in cloth-covered hands. Boiling oil, Odysseus wondered, or scalding water? The dishes were tipped up as one, and their contents showered down on the invaders below.
Instantly there was a scene of horror as climbing men all along the wall started screaming and writhing, trying to pull off their armor, and falling from the ladders. Those who managed to get out of their armor continued shrieking in torment, their cries hideous to hear.
Odysseus shouldered Akilina and ran toward the walls, shouting at his archers to carry on shooting at the defenders.
He reached a Mykene warrior who was writhing in agony, trying desperately to rid himself of his breastplate. Odysseus tore it off him, but that did not help. The man went on screaming as Odysseus ripped off his tunic.
"What is it, Odysseus? What"s happening to them?" Meriones cried, kneeling at his side.
The fallen warrior had fainted from the excruciating pain, and Odysseus pointed at the bright red skin of his chest and shoulders. It looked as if it were boiling.
"Sand," he said, "mixed with tiny shavings of metal and heated until it"s red-hot. It sifts under the armor and burns deeply into the skin. It can never be removed and will always be a torment to the victim. I have heard of this weapon used in desert lands. It is a fiendish torture."
An arrow thudded into the ground beside him, and he and Meriones swiftly raised their shields above their heads. Then each took an arm of the wounded soldier, and they started to drag him away from the walls. But another arrow slammed into the man"s chest, and he died instantly. They let go of him and turned back to the walls to try to rescue others.
"By Apollo"s b.a.l.l.s," Odysseus muttered, "he"s better off dead."
Between them, he and Meriones carried several soldiers, all tormented by unendurable pain, away from the walls. Never had the king felt so helpless in the face of hideous injury.
They"re all all better off dead, he thought grimly. better off dead, he thought grimly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.
WITH SHAFT AND BOW.
The warm spring turned into a hot, dry summer. The besieged city was parched.
As Andromache walked from the House of Serpents back to Hektor"s palace, she thought longingly of the cool goblet of water that would greet her when she arrived. She slipped through the gates of the palace, shedding her bodyguards with a nod, and stepped into the gardens.
The plants were dying. The tender ones were long dead; the pots and troughs fashioned from stone and wood were filled only with brown twigs. Even the trees were drooping from lack of water. In the early evening light, Andromache"s two boys were running around on the dry cracked earth, playing catch, unaware of the dead plants and the city"s desperate plight.
"Mama!" Astyanax shouted joyfully, and ran to her with his arms out. She lifted the boy up onto her hip with a groan. "You"re getting too heavy for me!" she protested. Dex ran up to her, too, and she ruffled his fair hair, smiling down into his dark eyes.
He was a thoughtful little boy, still shadowed by grief. Sometimes at night, when he was afraid to sleep because of nightmares, he would creep into her bed and whisper to Andromache about his mother, whom he called Sun Woman, and Gray One and Old Red Man. She had learned that Gray One had been his elderly nurse, and Old Red Man the Dardanian general Pausanius, both killed in the Mykene attack on Dardanos. The little boy would chatter about them, mixing them up with stories of G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses he had been told. He recited the same tales over and over, comforting himself with their familiarity. One night recently he had brought "Mama" into his stories. She recognized herself, and her heart lifted. He was starting to add his present life here in Troy to his past life with the dead of Dardanos. He was still heart-scarred, but she believed the boy eventually would heal.
She put Astyanax down and, taking both boys by the hand, led them into the palace. She pa.s.sed through the anteroom and found her handmaids Penthesileia and Anio talking together in whispering voices. They blushed when she appeared and made a show of looking busy, polishing the heavy gold jewelry once worn by Laodike, now left unused in a carved ivory box. Andromache smiled at the two girls and walked out to the pleasantly shady terrace.
Axa bustled about, bringing the boys sweet cakes and milk. She handed Andromache a goblet of water, and the princess drank it down gratefully. The taste was sublime. "I have put a basin of water in your chamber if you want to wash," the maid said.
Andromache looked at her sternly. "I"ve told you, Axa, that we cannot waste water on washing. I do not expect you to wash, or the boys, or your babies." Before the fall of the lower town, Axa"s three small children had been moved into the palace.
"But lady, Prince Polites has asked you to meet him and the generals tonight. You will want to wash before you change your dress," the maid said pointedly.
Andromache looked down at her saffron gown, which was stained from her day working with the sick and wounded in the healing house. "Why would I get changed?" she asked. "I have nothing clean to wear."
"I have ordered six white gowns for you," Axa told her. "The dyemakers cannot work, but the seamstresses can. And it gives them something to do," she added defensively.
"But white cloth is needed for bandages."
Axa shook her head vigorously. "I asked Zeotos, and he said since there are few injured these days, he has enough bandages stored away to last for ten years."
Andromache laughed. "Then you are right, Axa," she admitted. "There is no reason why we shouldn"t have clean white dresses. Order some for yourself and for Penthesileia and Anio. But you must still pour that water back into the water barrel for drinking."
"But I have already perfumed it, lady," her maid replied stubbornly. "No one can drink it now."
"Then give it to the horses. They won"t mind the taste of rose petals."
"But-"
"Now, Axa. The horses will be grateful."
Axa fetched the basin, grumbling to herself, then left the apartments. Andromache walked across the terrace, which overlooked the stables in the Street of Bright Dancers, and looked down. Eventually she saw the plump figure of her maid walking from the palace, the water basin cradled in her arms. The woman paused and looked up. Andromache waved at her. Axa walked on into the stables.
Smiling, Andromache threw herself down on a couch. Strange days, she thought. There was a listless stillness in the city she never had known before. The heat lay like a wool blanket, stifling movement and keeping everyone indoors in the shade. The streets were empty except in the evenings, when weary people lined up for bread and water. No one had enough water or enough to eat.
Although they all lived under the daily threat of death, Andromache felt strangely content. Her husband and her lover were both away at war, and she no longer felt the exhausting conflict of desires and responsibility. Her choice had been made. She would stay with her son and with Dex until the end came and the blood-hungry soldiers poured in and then protect the boys with her life.
Each day she worked in the House of Serpents. It was more than fifty days since the last major attack by the armies of Agamemnon, and the only injuries now were arrow wounds and broken limbs sustained when soldiers who had received their wine ration tumbled off the walls. The work at the healing houses was not hard. Xander had disappeared mysteriously, and Andromache wondered what had become of him, but most of the priests and healers had stayed. The dying were not fed and were given only enough water to moisten their mouths. Those thought likely to recover were given water until they complained of hunger, when they were fed as well. Andromache hated being in the palace all day, with its air of heavy anxiety, and preferred to keep herself busy working among the injured and dying, feeding them, talking to them, sometimes holding their hands until they died.
The truth was, she thought, no one had enough to do. The daily routines of the city had broken down because of the lack of supplies and exhaustion brought on by the shortage of food and water and the energy-sapping heat. Most people, when not standing in line for food, stayed home. Inactivity sparked gossip and fueled people"s fears. Her handmaids Penthesileia and Anio had too much time on their hands, she thought, and spent it discussing the plight of the city with other royal servants.
Her mind drifted back to the previous autumn and Ka.s.sandra"s words to the girls when she last had been in these rooms. "You must learn to shoot! The Women of the Horse with shaft and bow! You see? You see, Andromache?" "You must learn to shoot! The Women of the Horse with shaft and bow! You see? You see, Andromache?"
"Yes, Ka.s.sandra," Andromache said to the empty room. "I see now."
Polites was waiting in the megaron megaron with Banokles and Kalliades when Andromache arrived. She smiled at the two warriors, the one blond-bearded and powerful, the other tall and dark. She always would remember them running down the hillside to her rescue on the night Kalliope died. Then they were Mykene rebels fighting a.s.sa.s.sins who had come to kill her. Now they were the most respected soldiers in the Trojan army. She had heard of the death of Banokles" wife and was filled with sympathy, but the only time she had tried to raise the subject with him, he had ignored her and rudely walked away. with Banokles and Kalliades when Andromache arrived. She smiled at the two warriors, the one blond-bearded and powerful, the other tall and dark. She always would remember them running down the hillside to her rescue on the night Kalliope died. Then they were Mykene rebels fighting a.s.sa.s.sins who had come to kill her. Now they were the most respected soldiers in the Trojan army. She had heard of the death of Banokles" wife and was filled with sympathy, but the only time she had tried to raise the subject with him, he had ignored her and rudely walked away.
"I a.s.sume," she said to Polites, sitting on a padded chair and folding her hands, "that we are to discuss rationing and the care of the wounded. You would not have asked me to a meeting of strategy."
Polites sighed. "Our only strategy is staying alive. We have not been attacked for fifty-five days. The heat and lack of food and water are our worst enemies now. Our food will only barely last until the autumn. The wells may run dry any day."
"Is that likely?" Kalliades asked.
"It has happened before." General Lucan hurried into the megaron megaron alongside the king"s aide Polydorus and Ipheus, the young commander of the Eagles. "Both wells ran dry in the summer heat some forty years ago," he explained. "The rivers were down to a trickle, too. It was a hard summer. All the livestock died. We had to slaughter most of the horses. I"ve never seen its like. But the rains came early that year, and we survived." alongside the king"s aide Polydorus and Ipheus, the young commander of the Eagles. "Both wells ran dry in the summer heat some forty years ago," he explained. "The rivers were down to a trickle, too. It was a hard summer. All the livestock died. We had to slaughter most of the horses. I"ve never seen its like. But the rains came early that year, and we survived."
"The enemy is suffering, too," Kalliades put in. "They have water aplenty, but their food supplies are not getting through. We have Hektor and Helikaon to thank for that. Agamemnon"s armies have ravaged the countryside all around the city. There are no crops left, no livestock. And hungry soldiers are unhappy soldiers. We know one army of mercenaries departed ten days ago, heading south. Others will start defecting if they see no end to the war."
"It is our best hope," Polites said.
"No," Banokles put in, scratching his beard, "our best hope is that Agamemnon and his bunch of poxy kings lay down their arms and surrender to us. But it"s not very likely."
The men all smiled, but Andromache said impatiently, "What are we here to discuss, Polites? The situation at the House of Serpents is the same as it was before, when we met three days ago. Many old people and babies are being cared for now, suffering from the heat and drought. Ten more injured bowmen have been brought in. Two died. Three have infected wounds and are likely to die. The others will live, Zeotos says."
Angrily, she added, "I don"t understand why our bowmen are being put in danger when we are not under attack. Taking potshots at the enemy below the walls achieves little. If each of our archers was to kill one enemy soldier every day, it would still be like a drop of water in the Great Green."
"We need to remind the enemy, Sister," Polites replied, "that Troy is stoutly defended. Each attack, even a single arrow shot over the battlements, has to be met with an answer from the city."
Kalliades added gravely, "And if the city falls, lady, and the Scaean Gate is opened, then a few bowmen will not make a difference to our fortunes."
"It only takes a single arrow to kill a king," she answered him briskly.
They went on to discuss more stringent rationing, for Polites was concerned about the rapidly dwindling stores of grain. Andromache told them she had visited every baker in the city, gathering advice on keeping grain fresh and free of weevils and ensuring that all the bakers knew of it.
When the men started to talk about rotating troops at the Scaean Gate, she left the megaron. megaron. She was feeling restless and, on a whim, gathered her bodyguards, who were playing knucklebones in the portico, and made her way to Priam"s palace. With Polydorus busy in the meeting, Andromache had a sudden urge to speak to the king alone. The young soldier was constantly at his side, and although she liked Polydorus, she felt constrained from speaking openly to Priam when he was present. She was feeling restless and, on a whim, gathered her bodyguards, who were playing knucklebones in the portico, and made her way to Priam"s palace. With Polydorus busy in the meeting, Andromache had a sudden urge to speak to the king alone. The young soldier was constantly at his side, and although she liked Polydorus, she felt constrained from speaking openly to Priam when he was present.
She was shown up to the queen"s apartments, where the king had resided since the death of Hekabe. She had expected to find him resting. But when a soldier showed her into a chamber, she was surprised to find the old man out on the wide stone balcony. He was standing staring at the darkening sky, wrapped in a white wool cloak despite the heat. He turned to her, and for a moment she was reminded of the man she first had met on the Great Tower of Ilion. He was still powerful and vital then, and she was a girl of twenty who was risking death because she refused to kneel to a king. Such arrogance, the older Andromache thought ruefully, such pride.
"I hope I find you well, my king," she said to him.
"Andromache of Thebe!" he cried, and in the torchlight his eyes glittered with life. She realized that this was not the confused old man of recent days but the powerful and capricious king she once had feared, though she did not show it.