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Scott Oden: Men of Bronze

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Red-orange light flooded the antechamber as an exterior door opened and shut again, bathing the room in the brilliant gleam of dusk before plunging it back into artificial night. The hoplite guards snapped erect. A mask of politesse slipped easily over Callisthenes' face, impenetrable, flawless, transforming him into a young man so taken by tales of valor that he would do anything to be viewed as an equal in the fraternity of war.

Phanes strode across the antechamber, the Spartan in his wake calling for one of the hoplites to fetch water and a robe for their general. Callisthenes flashed an amiable smile. He inclined his head and was preparing to launch into a litany of greeting when Phanes shattered decorum by sweeping the merchant up into a rib-splintering hug.

"Zeus Savior! You are a welcome sight, Callisthenes! Waiting for your return smacked of the punishment of Tantalus, and I've found it not to my liking! Great gods of Olympus! I am pleased to see you!" Phanes grinned as he loosed Callisthenes. The merchant staggered and righted himself with as much dignity as he could muster.

"And I you, general. Forgive my delay. We had unfavorable weather after reaching Athens. We were forced to sacrifice to Uadj-ur and the four winds before we could make good our departure by sea."

Phanes eyed him critically. "I imagined a trip to the heart of Hellas would have broken you of this Egyptian affectation. Still, Delphi seems to have agreed with you. How fared Naucratis in the Pythian Games?"

The merchant smiled. "Half the world, it seems, turned out to see my own cousin, Oeolycos, take the prize of valor in the pentathlon; the other half came to see the new temple of Apollo. A splendid structure. Your donations were well spent." Callisthenes stroked the scarab hanging around his neck. "Forgive me for being brusque, general, but I am weary. Shall we finish this?"

A servant bustled up, bearing a bronze ewer of water and a linen mantle. Phanes waved him away. The general vibrated with suppressed excitement — his eyes were glassy and bright, feverish, as if the juice of the opium poppy surged through his veins. "On to business, then."

From inside his robe, Callisthenes withdrew a tube carved from a branch of olive wood, its surface burnished from years of use. Lead sealed its ends, the metal impressed with the symbol of the oracle at Delphi. "I gave your original inquiry to the prophetai and left it in their care. When I returned after the proscribed time, I received this. I pray it provides you the insight of Apollo." Callisthenes made to leave, but a gesture from Phanes forestalled him.

"Stay," he said. The general savored the moment, as a groom on his wedding night eager to make that first taste of pleasure last. Accepting Lysistratis' knife, he used it to pare away the seal at one end of the tube, then handed it back. Phanes removed a small roll of vellum, opened it with trembling fingers, and read aloud:

"Many are the dreams of the Hellene, as grains of sand on the beach, And their passions and hatreds run deeper than the depths of Oceanus. Take heed, child of Halicarnassus! Take heed, for long have you toiled In sand and sea for a master cold as stone. Yet despair not, for guile, craft, And bronze are the tools by which thrones are toppled. "

Phanes looked at Lysistratis and grinned.

"Oracles," Lysistratis said, shaking his head. "Can they never answer plainly? What does it mean?"

"It means the gods favor us in this. `Despair not', it says, `for guile, craft, and bronze are the tools by which thrones are toppled'." Phanes handed the vellum to the Spartan, who only laughed.

"If you say so, then it must be. I think wine is in order, a libation to Apollo."

"Do not celebrate our victory just yet," Phanes said, his brows furrowed. "We'll proceed as planned. Instruct the polemarchs to be ready to deploy in Memphis by week's end. As of now I want campaign discipline. No carousing, no fraternizing. I want the men ready to pull out in an hour's notice."

"I'll see to it personally." Lysistratis bowed and took his leave.

"What of me?" Callisthenes said. "I've been away for months; there's no telling what damage that half-wit Akhmin has wrought in my absence. Am I to be privy to your plans now, or will you discharge me like a servant who has reached the end of his usefulness?"

"You wound me, Callisthenes," Phanes said. "I promised Rhianus you would be kept safe and well-cared for. War is coming; it is as certain as the rising of the sun at dawn. Unlike the Egyptians, we have the luxury of deciding what stance to take — to rise or fall, to side with the victors or be counted among the slain. We're going to give Cambyses what he wants, and in return he'll give us what we want."

The warm blood flowing through Callisthenes' veins turned sluggish, a glacial brine. Despite this, the merchant's face remained neutral. "If war is, as you say, a virtual certainty, then only a fool would want to be on the losing side. How can you be so sure Cambyses and his Persians will conquer Egypt? The Assyrians tried, to the ruin of their empire."

Phanes smiled, a gesture lacking compassion or humor. "The Assyrians didn't have a phalanx of Greeks at their disposal. When the time comes, we will strike right here, in Egypt's heart. We'll raze Memphis, then fade away into the Western Desert to raid the oases there. We will hand Cambyses the jewel of his empire. You are welcome to come along, of course."

Callisthenes, his fingers stroking the scarab at his throat, resumed pacing. "Not every Greek is receiving this courtesy, are they?"

"No. Only an elite few."

"Why me?"

"Because," Phanes said, his tone matter-of-fact, "you understand these Egyptians. You know what they fear, what moves them. You're a master at gathering social intelligence — at dissecting their circles and cliques and defining who moves in and out of them. It is information Cambyses will need. Beyond that, you have wisdom, Callisthenes," Phanes gripped the merchant's shoulder, "and that is a rare gift these days. I sleep better knowing you serve with me, rather than against me. We will talk more of this later. Go, rest and see to your business." With that, Phanes turned and vanished through an interior door, servants flocking around him like a covey of sparrows.

Callisthenes watched him go, the mask of politesse sloughing away like a snake's skin. His eyes glittered dangerously in the wan light. Blood throbbed at his temples, filling his ears with the whirr of kettledrums, the clash of bronze. He glanced up at the statue of great Ramses, Ozymandias of legend, warrior, conqueror, statesman. Granite eyes flashed in imperious wrath at what his stone ears had overheard.

To whom did he owe his allegiance? "Pythian Apollo be damned! " Callisthenes hissed in Egyptian. Stopping Phanes would be a deadly game, the merchant reckoned, one pitting both sides against the middle, and his life would be forfeit should he lose. Still, he knew full well how Egypt would fare under the heel of a foreign tyrant. Egyptians should rule the Nile valley. The statues lining the antechamber's walls, the images of the pharaohs of old, appeared to nod in unison in the flickering lamplight.

Now, Callisthenes thought, gathering his robes about him, all I need is an ally


South and east of the fortress of Ineb-hedj, along the banks of the Nile, lay the district of Perunefer. A bustling naval yard in ancient times, Perunefer diminished over the years into a small and insular enclave of fishermen. Even so, signs of its former glory abounded. The canting beams once used to support the hulls of Pharaoh's warships now served as drying racks for hundreds of nets. Stone stelae, their commemorative hieroglyphs faded by time and neglect, paved the grassy sward where each day's catch was gutted and strung for drying. Middens rose at every hand, artificial hills of fish bones, scales, and entrails towering over the drab huts of the fisherfolk. A rutted dirt path wound through this festering maze. It descended through stands of palm, willow, and sycamore, following the natural slope of the shoreline until it dead-ended at a quay of age-blackened limestone. Water lapped against the hulls of skiffs tied to corroded mooring rings.

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