Glyn Iliffe - King of Ithaca (Adventures of Odysseus)

Odysseus took his slave by the hand and lifted him to his feet, signalling for the others to rise also. ‘I’ve heard about Eupeithes – Mentor escaped and found us in the Peloponnese. But I didn’t know about Polytherses. It’s a traitor’s reward to be betrayed, and Eupeithes knows all about that now, but I fear Polytherses will prove a more difficult opponent if I’m to win back Ithaca.’

Eumaeus nodded. ‘It’s true. Mentor will have told you about the Taphians, no doubt, but he couldn’t have known there are a full hundred garrisoned here now. It’ll be a difficult task, unless you’ve brought an army with you.’

As he said the words he looked up with a sudden glimmer of hope in his eye, but Odysseus shook his head.

‘We have forty Spartans on loan from King Tyndareus – they’re resting on the other side of the ridge – but there are fewer than sixty of us all told. What about Taphians on the other islands?’

‘Zacynthos, Samos and Dulichium are ruled by those who supported the rebellion. If there are ever any signs of trouble Polytherses sends a shipload of Taphians over for a day or two until things are quiet again, but mostly they remain here. Polytherses is no fool; he has always feared you’d one day come to claim your inheritance, so concentrates his forces here for your return.’

‘And my family?’ Odysseus finally asked, though this was the question that had been burning at the forefront of his mind all the time.

‘Your mother and sister are kept at the palace, whilst Laertes is a prisoner in the former home of Eupeithes, under the guard of Koronos. Eupeithes was much too afraid to have him killed, but the rumour from the palace is that the new king intends to execute him.’

‘Then we’ve arrived just in time,’ Odysseus declared with a determined look. ‘Tell me, are you or your men taking any of these pigs up to the city today?’

‘Yes, two of us were planning to go at noon.’

‘Good. Now listen to me, I want you to question the most loyal men in the city. Tell them I’ve returned and find out who’s prepared to fight with me against Polytherses. Those who are must be ready to join us at any time. Find one who’ll let you stay with him overnight, so when I call on you you can gather a force as quickly as possible. And be prepared – I may need you sooner than you expect.’

‘I’ll see to it, my lord,’ Eumaeus said.

Half a dozen swine were killed and the carcasses dressed for roasting, whilst Antiphus was sent to bring the rest of their party to the farm. By the time they had arrived and had eaten it was mid-morning, so Eumaeus and the other swineherds hurriedly gathered together a dozen pigs to drive down to the city. They whistled for their dogs and with their long staves began to shepherd the pigs into a group, ready to move. As they were taking their leave, Odysseus put his hands on Eumaeus’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

‘Penelope and her slave will stay here,’ he said. ‘I’m leaving a couple of her uncle’s men to protect her, but if we don’t return you must see they get a ship back to the mainland. Do you understand?’

Eumaeus was about to answer when he caught a quelling glance from his master’s new bride. She had been talking with Actoris, but on overhearing the words of her husband she walked over and stood before him.

‘You’ve misjudged me, Odysseus, if you think I’ll allow myself to be left in the care of others. If you go then I will follow.’

‘A battle is no place for a woman,’ her husband replied, his voice even but commanding. ‘If we’re defeated the Taphians will show no mercy to their prisoners. For a woman, death would be a blessing compared to what they’ll do to you. No, I must believe you’re safe, Penelope, and know that if I die you’ll be taken back to your home.’

She met his stern look with defiance, her royal breeding there for all to see. ‘ Ithaca is my home now,’ she said. ‘I live here or I die here. I’ll not go back to Sparta to spend the rest of my days in widow’s rags. My place is to be at your side and share your fate, whatever that may be.’

They stood facing each other. The shadows of their inevitable parting settled around them, bringing sudden uncertainty and fear as they realized they might not meet again. She looked at the rough features of the man she had once convinced herself she hated, and found the thought of being apart from him unbearable. He met her gaze and realized she was the foundation of the rest of his life. In her he would find the wholeness he had lacked as a young prince.

Tentatively, tenderly, he reached out and stroked her arm with his knuckles. As he felt her soft flesh he remembered the words of the Pythoness and took heart. Here, already, was the Spartan princess of whom the priestess had spoken. And had she not also said it was his fate to reign as king? He smiled encouragingly at his wife.

‘You’ll not become a widow yet, Penelope,’ he told her. ‘Unless the gods have deceived me, I can’t die until I’ve first become king of these islands. So have courage and do as I ask. If you’ve learned anything about me, you’ll already know I won’t permit you to refuse me.’

She stared at him for a moment, then nodded and lowered her eyes. Odysseus immediately turned to Diocles, who was close by. ‘Assign two of your best men to remain here with my wife and her slave. The rest of you make ready. We’ll march to Mount Neriton now and see what preparations Polytherses has made for our arrival.’

With a nod the prince signalled for Eumaeus to be on his way, while the rest of them began pulling on their armour and preparing for the battle that they sensed would soon be upon them. Without a final word or glance at her husband, Penelope turned and went into the stone hut.

From the slopes of the hill to the south of the city they saw all that they needed to know of Polytherses’s defences. His full strength was based inside the palace walls, with only an occasional patrol leaving the gates to roam the streets of Ithaca. Even with a hundred armed soldiers, though, the high palace walls, the thick wooden gates and the open killing ground before them presented enough of an obstacle to deter even the most numerous and well-armed enemy.

During the long march from Eumaeus’s farm speculation was rife amongst the men, most believing they would attack upon arrival. But even with the element of surprise and support from the men of the city, the sight of the heavily defended palace made them realize that an assault by daylight was impossible. This did not deter Odysseus, however, who remained full of confidence, energy and purpose. He ordered the remaining Spartans to make camp whilst the Ithacans, who knew the island intimately, were split into two groups to scout each flank of the town. Their primary task was to ensure there were no Taphian outposts to warn of their attack, but Odysseus also told them to watch for weaknesses and gather intelligence about the defences.

‘Our best hope is to kill Polytherses,’ Eperitus suggested. ‘I can climb over the wall after dark, while they’re eating, and find my way to his room. When he goes to his bed he’ll be unprotected, and that’s when I’ll kill him.’

Mentor disagreed. ‘Even if you knew which room is his, you’d never get into the palace without detection. There isn’t a ruler in Greece who doesn’t fear assassination, and I guarantee that someone as hated as Polytherses will have a personal guard of his best men close to hand. Our best hope is an attack just before dawn – ladders against the walls and into the palace whilst most of them are still sleeping.’

‘I don’t plan to do either,’ Odysseus countered. ‘I’ve been discussing the matter with Halitherses and we’re agreed the best way is to draw the Taphians out.’