Warriors in Bronze (37 page)

The springtime rites are harmless, gay festivities - unless a crisis looms, when sinister things can happen. I, and all other males, invariably quit the winter celebrations at an under­stood point in the rubric. The women then take charge. I prefer not to speculate on the course of events thereafter but, from the noises I hear while descending the hill, the subsequent sacrifice is not an animal, nor female; and the women's orgi­astic fury transcends Dionysus' Maenads.

For these and other reasons men are seldom active partici­pants in The Lady's Mysteries. Yet people cannot live without divine belief, so men for the most part honour dread Ouranos, Destroyer, Thunderer, Earthshaker, Who dwells deep in the centre of the world. You never mention His name, you never openly worship Him, you try to forget He exists, you cower and beg forgiveness when His wrath convulses the firmament. Every living creature is fated to meet Him face to face; for when The Lady recalls you to earth, and flesh has dissolved from bones, your spirit flies to the Shades where dreadful Ouranos rules, never to return to this world. When men die they stay dead. We have no ghosts.

Dangerous talk, best ended.

The Daughters gave Atreus an ultimatum: the king must purge his crimes by travelling to Dodona, there to consult the Oracle and seek The Lady's forgiveness; otherwise the famine would decimate his people. The Daughters, in effect, exacted a penance: Dodona in Epiros lay twenty days' hard travel from Mycenae through rugged mountainous country and unfriendly tribes. Civilized cities customarily allow safe passage for pil­grims through the territories they control; but some of the folk on the way were far from civilized. Moreover the King of Mycenae's person might prove an irresistible prize.

There were no witnesses to the colloquy between Atreus and the Daughters. Though the king, I am told, was idly furious, they held him on a spearpoint, and he could not refuse. The Daughters carried The Lady's commands: even a king must obey - or face expulsion from his realm. Atreus suggested a nearer Oracle at Delphi where in a subterranean cave The Lady manifested Herself as a python. The Daughters remained ada­mant : Delphi was an obscure and negligible shrine; only The Lady at Her principal sanctuary might expurgate his offences.

Atreus glumly yielded.

Hearing of his intended journey I suggested he should go by sea rather than risk the perils of overland travel. With favour­able winds the passage round Cythera to a landfall at Ithaca where King Laertes ruled would take but half the time. (Laer­tes' son Odysseus was later my comrade-in-arms at Troy.) Thence a two-day march brought him to Dodona. Atreus agreed; and appointed me Regent of Mycenae in his absence. I chose our fastest triaconter and put the king, his Heroes, squires and servants aboard at Nauplia.

I led a tedious existence in Mycenae. Much business had to be postponed until Atreus' return, for the king alone could take important decisions affecting land tenures and the like. I hunted frequently, spent days inspecting my estates and gloomily examined shrivelled corn, lean herds and arid, powd­ery soil. Peasants and animals starved, and began to die. I emptied the royal granaries, ransacked store rooms at Tiryns and Nemea, and distributed every grain. Imports from Thebes' Copaic fields had long since ceased. A corn ship arrived from Egypt quarter laden: the Nile harvest had failed. We received no help from our neighbours: Argos and Sparta were also famine-stricken - and blamed Atreus for incurring The Lady's wrath. Only in Pylos and Elis, on Achaea's western coasts, intermittent rainfall nourished a scanty yield; and no induce­ments of bronze or hides or gold tempted Neleus or Augeas to barter their grain reserves.

On a sweltering sun-scorched day an exultant message from Nauplia sped my chariot to the port. Four galleys from the Colchis convoys moored at a wharf. A master conducted me aboard; incredulously I beheld the holds awash with wheat.

'A tempest, chance and The Lady's grace,' the master ex­plained. 'Gold ships, returning from Colchis, blown grievously off course made harbour, battered and leaking, at a land they call Krymeia on the northern Euxine coast. The people were friendly, and helped to repair our galleys.'

The master stooped, seized a handful of grain and trickled it through his fingers. 'They had this: barley fields and wheat fields stretching far as the eye could see. The captains knew of our famine, bartered a little gold and filled the holds. They transferred cargoes at the Hellespont's overland portage - and here we are!'

'Miraculous! Enough, if severely rationed, to feed the people for several days. If only you'd brought more!'

'On the way, my lord. Lord Amphiaraus commands at the Hellespont, and has diverted all galleys from the Colchis run to Krymeia. He thinks, in this emergency, grain more essential than gold. Is he right?'

'He surely is. Get your cargoes unloaded fast. I'll send wagons to bear them away.'

That night a great wind roared, clouds raced from the west and rainstorms drenched a thirsty land. The tempest blew itself out; rain fell gently for nineteen consecutive days. The crisis passed.

Atreus' galley beached at Nauplia a moon and a half after his departure. I feasted him in Tiryns' Hall, and asked how the expedition went.

'Well enough. A gale off the Thesprotian coast, but Laertes made us welcome in Ithaca and replaced cordage and broken oars. Pigsty of a palace - but I liked his son Odysseus: a crafty rogue if ever I saw one.'

'And Dodona?'

'A marshy, forested place surrounded by mountains. Primi­tive herdsmen living in huts. The shrine a huge old oak, the priests called Selli. Smelly individuals - sleep on bare earth and never wash their feet.'

'Did the Oracle speak?'

Atreus grunted. "The tree is full of doves which coo and moo. Wind creaks and rustles the branches. Together they form the oak tree's speech, which the Selli interpret.'

'Favourably?'

'Oh, yes. Had to sacrifice a bull, and donate a flock of sheep - the Selli won't touch metal. Expensive. Lot of damned non­sense, in my belief.'

Struck by a curious thought I inquired, 'On what day exactly did you consult the Oracle
?’

Atreus frowned, and counted on his fingers. Twenty-two days ago. Why?'

The very day,' I said, 'when shiploads of grain reached Nauplia, and the rains began.' The king glowered. 'Coincidence, that's all.' Coincidence or not, I have always since been careful to propitiate The Lady.

for
two years after this
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lived an uneventful life.

My experience with Cretan pirates convinced me that My­cenae needed warships. Heavily laden merchantmen depending on rowers for protection could hardly match marauders equip­ped entirely for fighting. It seemed to me fatuous that, while manoeuvring for position in a battle, half a galley's motive power should have to quit the benches in order to repel boarders. I therefore picked experienced masters, skilful sailors and sturdy, proficient oarsmen to crew eight triaconters laun­ched recently from the yards. In addition to the normal com­plement I embarked on every ship a fighting element consisting of ten armoured spearmen and four bowmen, about the maxi­mum a ship could carry without becoming crowded and top- heavy.

I enlisted the archers in Crete. Warriors and crews required both for the battle squadron and an expanding merchant marine were found without much difficulty among the younger sons of freemen who, squeezed out from husbandry when subdivided holdings reached their limits of partition, were glad to find employment in the fleet.

In fact the fleet had reached its economic ceiling: over two hundred Mycenaean keels furrowed seaways to Krymeia, to Sicily and Egypt, Ionia and Sidonia. I lowered the monthly building rate from seven vessels to two, sufficient to recoup wastage and provide a small reserve. (We lost on average five ships every year. The seas can be dangerous even in summer, lashed by freakish gales; and rash or greedy masters sometimes prolong their voyaging into stormy winter months when every sensible mariner has beached his ship till the spring.) The saving in shipyard manpower provided still more hands for the galleys.Gelon mentioned significantly that these discharged ship­wrights, sailmakers, caulkers, carpenters and foresters - all freemen - seldom found work on the land where every tillable strip already supported more than the fields could feed. He hinted at over-population leading to unemployment. I brushed his mutterings aside: such questions did not concern the Master of the Ships. The quandary hit me later, and most force­fully, when Mycenae's economic problems rested on my shoul­ders.

I appointed Periphetes son of Copreus - a straightforward, venturesome, energetic Hero of a very different stamp from his crooked, intriguing father - to command the battle squadron and gave him a roving commission. Periphetes had a super­natural nose for pirates. During the navigable summer months he destroyed strongholds, sank a Phoenician flotilla at sea and discouraged Sicilian corsairs from passing east of Cythera. In all this fighting he lost only three galleys.

I replaced his losses and increased his strength to twelve triaconters. Periphetes relentlessly whittled piratical ships and bases; attacks on coastal towns and merchantmen at sea be­came remarkably infrequent. The experience he gained pro­vided a foundation for the massive fleet I deployed as king in the nine-year sea war we fought against Troy.

Meanwhile, with the Krymeian cornlands inviting a per­manent solution to Mycenae's perennial shortages I sent with Atreus' authority an embassy to King Laomedon of Troy. Menelaus, who led the deputation, sought an increase in our merchantmen stationed within the Hellespont from three to ten, so that trade in grain and gold might continue simul­taneously. Supported by Hector, opposed vigorously by Priam, Menelaus after long negotiations agreed to pay higher customs duties and secured the concession. Thereafter for three years until Hercules' criminal exploit our summertime corn convoys brimmed Mycenae's granaries and left a useful surplus which we sold to neighbouring cities.

While engaged in these enterprises I received two unex­pected visitors. Castor and Polydeuces, twin sons of Sparta's King Tyndareus and his dotty consort Leda, arrived and asked permission to embark on a ship for the Hellespont and transfer thence on an 'Argo' galley for Colchis. You could not tell them apart: tall, exceptionally strong, blue-eyed and fair haired; lively, gay, adventurous young men. Something of a handful to their father, they expended their energies on boxing, wrestling, horses and cattle-raiding - an occupation which accounted for both in the end. They had walked from Sparta with only a squire and servant apiece, camping at night in the open or sleeping in shepherds' huts, scorning the amenities of baggage carts and chariots.

I found them an amusing and entertaining couple, and readily granted permission to embark in the next ship leaving for Troy. Meanwhile I took them hunting and was often alarmed by their rash behaviour when confronting angry lions or charging boars. They used short stabbing swords and small round targes, considered spears unsporting and refused to let hounds worry the quarry before going in themselves. Withal, unlike most Heroes, they never bragged, laughing off their dangerous feats as nothing out of the ordinary.

I asked them why they wanted to sail to Colchis.

'Boredom. Dull place, Sparta,' said Castor.

'Never been to sea. New pastures,' Polydeuces added.

'Done everything else.'

'Might give us a thrill.'

I refrained from telling them the Colchis passage was now routine, no more risky than any other voyage in well-found ships sailed by experienced crews. I suspect the
Argo
glamour still exercised attraction. Today there are fifty-odd Heroes swaggering around as 'Argonauts', though only a handful can truthfully claim they sailed in Jason's crew.

After pressing me to visit Sparta - a city I had never seen - Castor and Polydeuces departed. I relaxed in undisturbed routine. The clamour of war was muted apart from sporadic cattle raids across Arcadia's borders and counter-attacks which Argos usually mounted. To keep my Heroes busy I sent war- bands to reinforce Tydeus' expeditions.

Between whiles I hunted, paraded Tiryns' garrison, called periodical practice levies of all surrounding landholders, cruised to Lemnos once in Periphetes' galley and manoeuvred my thirty chariots in a battle-drill I formulated. The Com­panions soon became proficient, wheeling from line to column, forming line to either flank and holding close formation in the charge. This contingent became the nucleus of Mycenae's chariot squadron which afterwards sent Priam's armour reel­ing.

Chief among my personal entourage of Companions, squires, chamberlains, stewards, concubines and slaves were Talthybius and Eurymedon, Companion and squire respectively. During these tranquil years at Tiryns they became, and have remained, my closest friends excepting Menelaus. I am not, I suppose, by nature a very amicable man and tend to repel an acquaintance from ripening to intimacy. I afterwards developed a comrade­ship with Argive Diomedes, but politics and war governed our relations and imposed a guarded restraint. My high rank - I speak of the time before I was king - evoked a wary constraint among the citadel's Heroes: they were ever aware that as Atreus' heir my favour would in time become their warrant to hold the demesnes they tilled. Which seldom deterred the bolder spirits from shouting grouses in my face - Heroes are not mice - but wasn't conducive to close and familiar friend­ships. Moreover, as Menelaus in a rage once ranted when we quarrelled, my manner is cold and severe, my mien harsh and forbidding as a surly-tempered falcon's.

It's in the blood. Men who are born to sovereignty lack gentle, lamb-like qualities.

I kept a dozen concubines in the women's quarters at Tiryns, slaves imported from overseas and bought in Nauplia's market. None captured my affection; all shone dim as rushlights beside the blazing memory of dead, beloved Clymene. They came and went; when a wench's expertise became repetitiously familiar and therefore tedious I sold her in the market or bartered her to a Hero who fancied her looks - four oxen was the accepted price for a woman trained in domestic work. The concubines not only preserved my health but also protected me from dangerous liaisons. The palace swarmed with noble wives and daughters who often cast me loving, lingering looks. Some were very beautiful, salaciously provocative; whenever I felt resolu­tion melting I quickly drained desire within some Lemnian or Carian slut.

A halcyon interlude ended when Atreus summoned his

Wardens for ordering a levy of the Host.

***

'After the spring sowing,' said the king, 'I'll lead the Host to Sicyon. When the city has fallen we will attack Pellene.'

An icy wind, a lash on the tail of winter, swirled about the Court. Atreus fastened his cloak, paced to the portico, turned and retraced his steps. The Wardens of Mycenae's chief tribu­tary cities and the principal palace nobles followed like a flock behind the shepherd.

'Sicyon can mobilize barely a quarter of our strength, but the citadel is strong, not easily stormed. I don't intend to exert the usual pressures - burning crops and manors and farms and seizing cattle - which normally persuade an early surrender. This won't be a punitive expedition. Sicyon, when taken, becomes part of Mycenae's realm. Pointless to destroy your own property.'

A sentry beneath the colonnade clashed to attention as the distinguished procession passed him. I said, 'Why not immedi­ately offer Sicyon tributary status, sire, as Argos did to Epi- dauros? Adrastus didn't need a campaign to bring that city under his rule.'

'In return for Epidauros' submission,' Atreus said in a grav­elly voice, 'Adrastus had to clear the mountains of bandits - which occupied his warbands an entire summer. I haven't time for negotiations. Sicyon's taking, and then Pellene's, is only the start. Mycenae is going to enlarge her dominion, and it might take several years.'

The audience murmured happily. The prospect of lasting warfare is always exciting for Heroes. Though Atreus had banned plundering, a captured city invariably pays an in­demnity - treasure and slaves and stock - for distribution among the victors.

Bunus of Corinth said, 'What, then, sire, is your ultimate aim?'

To hold the entire southern coast of the Corinthian Gulf from Sicyon to Dyme.'

Menelaus gasped. 'You will have to take' - he tapped his fingers in turn - 'five cities, besides smaller coastal settlements and inland forts.'

'Exactly. Not beyond our capabilities. Each city taken will augment our warriors and resources. A long-term project, as I said: three or four years at the least.
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I risked a snub. 'Why are you doing it, sire?'

Atreus paused in his pacing and supported himself with an arm outstretched to a colonnade's crimson pillar. Sunken blue eyes examined me coldly. 'Apart from material gain I have two purposes. First, by expanding our territory to make Mycenae Achaea's paramount power. Second, to close the coast to sea­borne Dorians infiltrating across the Gulf. The Wall already bars their passage across the Isthmus.'

'They are crossing in numbers, sire?' Bunus inquired.

'The movement,' said Atreus grimly, 'has attained the pro­portions of a mass immigration. They land and take to the mountains, where they reinforce the Goatmen. If we don't soon stop it we'll become embroiled in a ceaseless war of attrition. And not Mycenae alone. Every civilized city will likewise suffer.'-

Heroes shook doubtful heads. Some smiled behind their hands. Goatmen raids and counter-raids had become a way of life, a repetitive military exercise to keep warriors on their toes, a salutary irritant like blistering a horse. None conceived them a major menace. Atreus' far-seeing vision proved every­body wrong.

The king pulled closer his cloak and leaned against the pillar. 'That's the situation, gentlemen. You'll take this as a warning order. The Host will muster at Corinth when sowing is done; after the next full moon, let us say. I shall send you detailed instructions.'

The Heroes saluted, hurried thankfully into the Hall to warm themselves at the hearth, and in due course departed for their homes. I stayed awhile at Mycenae, dividing my time between residence at a manor I held nearby and sharing Menelaus' quarters in the palace. Crossing the Great Court with my brother one afternoon I met a toddler some five years old who broke from his nursemaid, wrapped arms around my leg and lifted a laughing face in the way that children do. I ruffled his hair, gently disengaged him and returned the boy to the flustered servant.

'Who is the brat?' I asked Menelaus.

'Aegisthus, Atreus' son - and Pelopia's.'

'Oh. A bonny child. How is Pelopia?'

Menelaus shook his head. 'Can't say. Hardly ever see her. Spends all her time in the royal suite surrounded by her ladies,

everlastingly spinning and weaving, so I'm told.'

'A queen can have worse occupations.'-

'True.'

A melancholy look crossed my brother's face. My chance remark had evoked Aerope's pitiful end. I said quickly, 'Is it true Thyestes has returned to Elis?'

'Yes - after making a pilgrimage to Dodona.'

'Damn my blood! Like Atreus? A good thing they didn't meet! Have you any idea what the Oracle told him ?'

Thyestes puts it about,' said Menelaus sourly, 'that the Oracle promised him Mycenae's rule.'

'What utter non—' I checked, and felt discomforted. The Lady undoubtedly had a habit of keeping Her promises. .'Well,' I finished lamely, 'it doesn't seem very probable.'

'Most unlikely - I hope. To win the throne Thyestes must get rid of Atreus first, then you, then me. A distressing prospect, if the Oracle prophesied truly.'

'Oracles,' I said firmly, 'can be wrong.'