Troy: Shield of Thunder, page 11
I think Ganny will miss you, she said.
Odysseus laughed. He squealed when I took that yellow cloak from him. I think he had grown to like it. I may visit him next time I'm sailing these seas.
He will be smoked meat by then, she said.
No, not Ganny! Oristhenes assures me he will be treated like a king among pigs. He will be happy here.
And you trust Oristhenes to keep his word?
Odysseus sighed. I trust in his sense of self-preservation. I did not sell Ganny to him. Ganny is my pig. Oristhenes can use him for breeding, and for that he will ensure he is well fed. Oristhenes knows me. He will do as he promises.
Or you will kill him, Odysseus?
I would not kill a man over a pig. I might just burn his house and sell him into slavery. But I'd not kill him. But let us talk about you, Kalliope. Why did you run from Thera? It was foolish and beyond dangerous.
You think me some witless girl? she snapped. My time on Thera was the happiest of my life. No vile and devious men, no betrayers, no rapists. I am seeking a friend, for a seeress told me she would need me before the end.
The end of what?
I do not know. The seeress saw flames and burning and my friend fleeing savage killers.
And you will save her? The question was asked gently, with not a trace of contempt.
If I can, I will.
Odysseus nodded. I fear the vision may be true. A war is coming that cannot be long avoided. Your friend is Andromache. I met her on her way to Troy. Fine woman. I liked her. We made a pact, she and I, that I would always tell her the truth. He chuckled. Not a promise I made lightly. Storytellers fashion lies from truth and truth from lies. We have to. Truth is all too often dull.
Did she speak of me? Piria asked before she could stop herself.
She spoke of her love for Thera and how unhappy she was to be leaving. You love her greatly, don't you?
She is my life! Piria said defiantly, looking into his eyes for signs of contempt or disgust.
Beware who you share that with, he said softly.
Are you not going to tell me that my feelings will change when the right man comes into my life?
Why so angry? he countered. You think I will condemn you? Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us in ways the ear cannot hear. We recognize a beauty that the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe. There is no evil in love, Kalliope.
Tell that to my father. Tell it to the priests, the kings, and the warriors of this cursed world.
He smiled. Ganny is a brave pig, and I like him. I would waste no time, though, trying to teach him the skills of sailing.
Piria found her anger fading, and she smiled at the Ugly King. Now, that is a good thing to seethe said. They stood together for a little while, and Piria felt the warmth of the sun on her face and the freshness of the sea breeze in her cropped hair. She turned toward Odysseus.
You said storytellers fashion truth from lies. How can that be? she asked him.
A question I have long pondered. He pointed at Bias. I once told a tale about a winged demon who attacked the Penelope. I said that Bias, the greatest spear thrower in the world, hurled a javelin so powerfully that it tore through the demons wings and saved the ship from destruction. Bias was so taken with the story that he practiced and practiced with the javelin and finally won a great prize at a kings games. You see? He had become the greatest because I lied about it. And therefore it was no longer a lie.
I understand, Piria said. And how can the truth be made into a lie?
Ah, lass, that is something none of us can avoid. Bending down, he scooped up the small clay plate on which Bias had brought her food the night before. And what is this? he asked her.
A plate of clay.
Yes, clay. And it was fashioned by the hands of a man, using water and thick earth and then fire. Without the fire it would not have become pottery, and without the water it could not have been shaped. So it is earth, it is water, it is fire. All these facts are true. So is this a true plate?
Yes, it is a true plate, she said.
Suddenly Odysseus struck the plate with his fist, shattering it. And is it still a plate? he asked.
No.
And yet it is still pottery, still clay and water and fire. Do you think I changed a truth with my fist? Did I make it a lie?
No, it was a plate. You destroyed it, but you could not change the truth of its existence.
Good, he said admiringly. I like to see a mind work. My point is that truth is a mass of complexities, made up of many parts. What is the truth of you? The high priestess on Thera would say that you are a traitor to the order and that your selfish actions could bring disaster upon the world should the Minotaur awake and plunge us all into darkness. Is that the truth? You would say that you are driven by love to protect a friend and you are willing to risk your life for her. Would the high priestess accept that truth? If I hand you over to the order, the same high priestess will call me a good man and reward me. Will that be the truth? If I bring you safely to Troy-and it is discovered-I will be declared godless and cursed. I will be named as an evil man. Truth or lies? Both? It depends on perception, understanding, belief. So, to return to your original question, it is not hard to make the truth a lie. We do it all the time, and mostly we don't even know it. He glanced at the eastern sky. The sun is up. Time to leave.
CHAPTER NINE
BLACK HORSE ON THE WATER
The sea was calm and the breeze a light northerly as the Penelope was floated clear of the beach. The last crewman scrambled aboard, and the oars were slid out into the bright blue water. Odysseus stood on the rear deck, watching the rowers. All the crewmen now wore leather breastplates and helms, and beside them as they rowed lay strung bows and quivers of arrows. Odysseus had also donned a breastplate. It was of no better quality than those worn by his men. Beside him stood the brilliantly armored, high-helmed Idomeneos. Nestor wore no armor at all, just a green knee-length tunic and a long cloak of startling white, but both of his sons wore breastplates and carried round shields. They stood close, ready to protect him.
The breeze was fresh with the promise of rain as the Penelope eased away from the shore. Once they were on open sea, Bias called out a quicker beat, and the rowers leaned more heavily into their oars.
You say he had a face like a donkey? Idomeneos asked Odysseus. I recall no such man.
He recalled you, Odysseus told him.
You might have asked his name.
If you cannot recall a man whose sons you slew and whose wife you stole, I doubt the name would have helped.
Idomeneos laughed. I've stolen a lot of wives. Believe me, Odysseus, most of them were happy to be stolen.
Odysseus shrugged. I expect you'll be meeting him soon. His face may be the last thing you ever see.
Idomeneos shook his head. I'll not die here. A seer once told me I would die on the day the noon sky turned to midnight. Hasn't happened yet.
Odysseus moved away from the Kretan king, scanning the sea and the headlands. As he did so, he heard the big man Banokles complaining to Kalliades. Not much fighting room if anyone boards. And if those pirates are also wearing leather breastplates, I won't know who I'm killing.
Best only to kill those trying to slay you.
That is a good plan. Fight defensive. I'm better attacking, though. I'll wager you wish you hadn't left your armor on that pirate ship. I did tell you. That leather breastplate wouldn't turn aside a hurled pebble.
I should have listened to your pessimism, Kalliades agreed. But then, you are the man who wears armor to a brothel.
A man never knows when danger will strike, Banokles pointed out. And I was once stabbed by a whore's husband.
Kalliades laughed. In the arse. You were running away, as I recall.
I liked the man. didn't want to kill him. Anyway, it was just a nick. Needed no stitches.
Odysseus smiled. His liking for those two was growing daily.
Piria was standing at the stern, gazing back at the land. Her shoulders were stiff, her features set. Odysseus saw Kalliades move alongside her. She is a fine ship, he said.
Piria's reply was cool. I used to wonder why men say she when talking about their boats. When I was young, I thought it respectful. Now I know differently. The boats go where men tell them. They are merely things for men to ride upon.
Odysseus stepped in then. Love plays a part, Piria. Listen to the crew when they speak of the Penelope. You will hear nothing but affection and admiration.
Different truths, she said, which made him smile. Kalliades looked mystified.
Odysseus caught sight of a ship appearing from behind a headland to the north, about a half mile ahead. It was a big galley, twenty oars on each side, and there were fighting men massed on the central deck. Bias also had seen the ship and leaned in to the steering oar, angling the Penelope away from them. Odysseus moved past Kalliades, dropped to one knee, and lifted a hatch before lowering himself down below the deck. When he emerged, he was carrying a huge bow crafted from wood, leather, and horn. A quiver of very long arrows was hanging from his shoulder.
You are privileged today, he told Piria. This is Akilina, the greatest bow in all the world. I once shot an arrow into the moon with it. She did not smile, and Odysseus felt the tension and fear emanating from her. Pride alone was holding her together.
I have heard of the bow, Kalliades said.
Everyone has heard of that bow, Banokles put in. The comments delighted Odysseus, but his attention remained on Piria.
Andromache talked of her skills with a bow, he said.
At the sound of her lovers name Piria brightened. Sometimes she could best me,she said, though not often.
Could you use a bow like this? Are your arms strong enough to draw the string? he asked, handing her the weapon.
Piria took Akilina from him, stretched out her arm, curled three fingers around the string, then drew back. She managed a three-quarter pull before her arm started to tremble. That is good, said Odysseus, believe me. Retrieving the bow, he leaned toward her. If they get close enough to board, I will leave Akilina with you. At that range even a three-quarter pull will punch a shaft through a skull. He swung to the two Mykene. You lads will stay close to me and follow where I go.
The Penelope surged on, her prow cutting the water. The pirate vessel, with its greater oar power, was closing slowly.
Another one! a seaman yelled.
A second pirate vessel was coming from the south, some way back. If the wind wasn't against us, Odysseus said, the Penelope would out sail them easily. As it is, with more oarsmen, They'll come on swiftly. Best you keep your heads down. It will be raining arrows before long.
Kalliades glanced at the oarsmen on the Penelope. They were rowing steadily but with no real urgency. Their movements were smooth and rhythmic, and they did not bother to stare at the two enemy ships. Bias called out an order. The right bank of oars lifted from the water, remaining motionless. The left powered on. The Penelope swung sharply toward the first galley. Odysseus ran down the central aisle and clambered up onto the curved rail of the prow. Straddling the rail and bracing himself with his legs, he notched an arrow to his massive bow. As the two ships closed, enemy archers crowded along the deck of the pirate vessel. Odysseus drew back on Akilina and let fly. The shaft soared through the air, punching into the back of a rower, who cried out and slumped forward. Pirate bowmen let loose a volley of shafts, but they all fell short, splashing into the water off the port bow. Odysseus sent two more arrows into the pirates. One struck a man on the helm, bouncing clear. The other plunged through the shoulder of a bowman. Odysseus threw up his arm, signaling Bias, who yelled out an order, then thrust his weight against the steering oar. The Penelope changed course instantly, almost dancing away from the attacking galley. The maneuver was accomplished with great skill and timing, but even so, for a few heartbeats they were in range of the pirate archers. Banokles, Kalliades, and Piria dropped to crouch behind the stern rail. A ragged volley of arrows slashed across the rear deck, hitting no one but coming close to Bias, who was standing tall at the steering oar. One shaft thudded into the deck rail beside him. Another hit the steering oar and ricocheted up past the black man's face.
Odysseus ran back along the deck and shot three more arrows from the stern. Only one scored a hit, slicing through the forearm of an archer. Odysseus took a deep breath, then loosed a fourth shaft.
Ha! he cried triumphantly as the arrow took a man through the throat. Come at the Penelope, will you? he bellowed. By Ares, you'll regret it, you cowsons! Several arrows flashed by him, but he stood statue-still, shooting back into the massed pirates. A little more distance would be pleasant, he yelled at Bias as another enemy arrow flew past his head.
Now the men of the Penelope fully leaned on their oars, sweat streaming from them as they heaved and pulled. The ship picked up speed. Kalliades lifted his head above the stern rail and watched as the distance between the ships began to increase. He saw Odysseus shoot another pirate, the arrow lancing into the man's face. Then the king changed the direction of his shafts, sending them over the heads of the bowmen and into the rowers. Two oars on the port side of the enemy vessel crashed together, and the pirate galley veered. The Penelope sped on.
Hey, donkey face! Odysseus shouted. don't give up now. Nothing worth having ever comes easy!
The second galley was closing fast. Bias altered course to keep the distance between them, but that allowed the first pirate vessel to move back into range.
Odysseus swore softly. If they continued in this way, the men of the Penelope would exhaust themselves and the pirates would still catch them. He glanced at Bias.
The black man understood this also. Which one, my king? he asked.
I think we need to kill donkey face, Odysseus replied.
Bias yelled out orders. The left bank of oars lifted from the water, the men on the right powering their oars at speed. The Penelope swung sharply. Meriones, carrying a powerful black bow, ran to join Odysseus.
Thought you might be bored, the Ugly King said, so I have decided to attack.
The black-garbed bowman chuckled. Let us have a wager first. He pointed to the first pirate ship. An archer had climbed to the prow rail and was waiting, arrow notched, ready to shoot as soon as they came into range. A gold ring says I can knock him from his perch before you do.
Agreed! Odysseus said.
Both men moved along the central deck to the prow, then drew back on their bows, letting fly together. Two shafts slammed into the chest of the enemy archer. His body crumpled, then tipped forward to plunge into the sea and vanish beneath the keel of the pirate vessel.
Meriones continued to shoot as the distance closed between the ships. Odysseus left him there, running swiftly back to the rear deck. Handing his quiver and bow to Piria, he summoned Kalliades and Banokles to him.
Bias will swing the Penelope at the last moment, and we'll try to shear away their starboard oars. Likely, though, that They'll haul us to them with grappling hooks. When that happens, They'll expect to board us. What they won't expect, because of their greater numbers, is that well board them.
Banokles glanced at the oncoming pirate galley. Must be around sixty men on that ship.
At least.
And another sixty on the second ship.
You have a point to make, or are you merely bragging about your ability to count? Banokles fell silent. Stay close to me, said Odysseus. I'm not as nimble as I used to be-and I wasn't the greatest sword fighter then.
The Penelope swung hard to port as if seeking to avoid a collision, then, just as swiftly, moved back to starboard. The two vessels crashed together, but the angle of impact meant the ram on the pirate galley merely slid along the starboard side. The Penelopes rowers tried to drag their oars back across the deck to prevent them from being splintered, but the collision had come so swiftly that only six of the fifteen oars were saved. Even greater damage was done to the pirate oars as the Penelope slid along the galleys hull. Grappling hooks were hurled from the pirate vessel, biting into the Penelopes rail.
This close, Odysseus could see the faces of the pirates. Many of them were men who had cheered him the night before, begging him for more tales. They were garbed now for war, some in leather breastplates, others in makeshift shirts of thick knotted rope. There were helms of all kinds, some in the high, curved Phrygian style, some of wood, some of leather. Several of the men wore headgear crafted from copper. Most of them were carrying daggers, though many held clubs of wood.
Follow me, Odysseus said. He glanced at Banokles and grinned. If you have the balls for it. Drawing his sword, he ran down to the central deck and hurled himself across the narrow gap and into the mass of fighting men on the pirate ship.
He slammed into the first rank shoulder first, his weight scattering them. Several men fell heavily; others tried to make room to stab at him. Odysseus grabbed a man by his rope shirt, hauling him in to a savage head butt. Blood exploded from the man's ruined nose. Odysseus hurled him aside, then slashed his sword in a wide arc. It struck a pirate in the forearm, slicing through flesh and spraying blood through the air.
Come at Odysseus, would you? he raged, his sword hacking and slashing left and right. For a moment the pirates fell back from the fury of his assault. Then they surged at him. The huge form of Banokles clattered into them, spilling men to the deck. Then came Kalliades, his sword stabbing out like a serpents tongue, lancing into throats, chests, and bellies. You are all dead men now! Odysseus bellowed. A pirate darted at him, stabbing for the throat. Odysseus threw up his left arm, blocking the blow, hammering his sword against the pirate's skull and shearing away his ear. The man screamed and fell back.
