CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY __ Cornell University Llbrarv PS 3521.I697R62 1913 The prince a romance o( the camp and cou 3 1924 021 751 940 Cornell University Library The original of tinis book is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924021751940 THE PRINCE ALEXANDER MEETS ROXANA See page 93 THE PRINCE A Romance of the Camp and Court of Alexander the Great The Love Story of Roxana, the Maid of Bactria By MARSHALL MONROE KIRKMAN ILLUSTRATED BY AUGUST PETRTYL " Of all the great men and adorable women of the past, not one is really known and loved save those whom the poet or novelist haa been at pains to portray amid the surroundings in which they lived and died." CROPLEY PHILLIPS COMPANY CHICAGO Copyright, 1913 By CROPLEY PHILLIPS COMPANY Entered at Stationers' Hall, London, England , All Rights Reserved PUBLISHER'S NOTE A small edition of this Romance was published in 1909 and received by the public with favour. A second edition, however, was withheld, at the request of the author, in order that he might separate the romantic from the strictly historical portion ; embodying the latter in a volume apart, embracing a history of the Personality and Deeds of the Great Ruler and Conqueror. This revision — the rewriting of the Romance and the issuance of the History of Alex- ander the Great — has now been completed and is respect- fully submitted to the favour of the public. In rewriting and re-editing the novel, the author has, moreover, availed himself of the opportunity, so rarely afforded writers, of further perfecting his great work. The period in which the history and romance lie was the golden age of Greece — of statesmen, soldiers, orators, philosophers, teachers and incomparable poets and artists; it was also the warlike age of Alexander the Great — of adorable women, and adventurous and gallant men abroad in the world intent upon the achievement of immortal deeds! With all of these the romance has to do, the char- acters that enliven its pages being in the main well-known to students of history. TABLE OF CONTENTS CHAP. PAGE. I. The Calm Before the Storm 1 II. The Deposed Prince • 5 III. Medius 15 IV. The Traitorous Princes 27 V. Queen Olympias 39 VI. Clearchus 53 VII. The Companions — Knights of Alex- ander's Time 65 VIII. The Foray 85 IX. The Camp-fires 95 X. Alexander and Roxana 105 XI. The Persian Ambassadors 117 XII. The Day After the Battle 125 XIII. The Captive 141 XIV. The Duel 159 XV. In the Shadow of Olympus 173 XVI. The Outlawed Prince 191 XVII. The Outlaws 201 XVIII. Visions 215 XIX. The Lybian 227 XX. The Brothers 245 XXI. The King's Hunting Lodge 261 XXII. Pella. . . 277 XXIII. The Return of the King 289 XXIV. Love's Delusions 311 XXV. The Deceived King 337 XXVI. The Plotters 349 TABLE OF CONTENTS CHAP. PAGE. XXVII. The Downfall of Queen Olympias 365 XXVIII. The Tragedy op the Banquet 385 XXIX. Beside the King's Bed 409 XXX. The Flight 419 XXXI. Appealing to Jupiter 441 XXXII. The Wanderers 451 XXXIII. The King Hears the Truth 465 XXXIV. On the Battlefield 475 XXXV. The Tragedy : 487 ILLUSTRATIONS Alexander Meets Roxana Frontispiece The Wounded Page Opposite page 22 Lysimachus Discourses on the Ancient Heroes " " 78 The Runaway " " 132 The Declaration " " 184 The Combat " " 196 The Sibyl " " 220 The Sea Fight " " 240 The Lion Hunt " " 254 Cleopatra's Passion " " 326 The King's Banquet « " 400 The Flight " " 428 The Oracle " ," 446 An Afternoon Lecture BY Aristotle. " " 456 Death of the King " " 500 CHAPTER I THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM Pella, Macedonia's mighty capital, the storm- centre of the world, to which surrounding nations looked with fear and burning hatred, gave no sign of life save where some stalwart sentinel caught the eye or noisy children disturbed the quiet of the hot and sun-dried streets. To the east a verdant plain stretched unbroken to the Thermaic Gulf, while to the west and north snow-capped mountains bathed in the blue mist of the summer's sun, showed dimly on the distant horizon. Without the walled city, mounted troops in isolated groups could be seen here and there practising with spear or javelin, schooling themselves in the art of war. Near the southern gate, and as if engaged in some peaceful industry, sturdy men with heavy spears of varying length were practising the formation of the Pha- 2 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE lanx, an arm of the service that no enemy had ever been able to withstand. Beside the city wrall, the Lydias, dotted with sails and slow-moving barges, wended its sluggish way to the south, bordered by overhanging trees and verdant shrubbery. Beyond the picturesque stream, and far to the west and north, a marsh half enveloped the wide-spreading city, about the borders of which peaceful flocks were grazing, their movements guarded by women, and huge shepherd-dogs of Molossian breed. Of Philip's invincible troops there was no hint save as some heavily armed soldier paced his rounds before the closed gates or on the city's protecting walls. For the King and his army were away, intent upon a final trial of strength on the plains of Cheronea, between Macedonia and the combined armies of Athens and Thebes. But of the result of the struggle no word had yet reached the wait- ing city and its impatient Queen, or the wives and sweethearts of those who had gone forth to battle for their country; and thus it had been for days and weeks wherein those left behind scarce spoke above a whisper, so great was their distress. Thus it was on a summer afternoon in the year 338 B. C. ; a period replete with events of romantic interest and stirring war ; an age of art, of philos- ophy and oratory; of great men whose words and deeds will forever interest and direct the thoughts and acts of men. The mighty Philip occupied the THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM 3 Macedonian throne and intolerant of the hatreds and internal strife of Greece, and because of which both his country and the Grecian world had for centuries been made the unhappy victims of Per- sian cruelty and greed, now aimed at nothing less than cementing the east in one great, all-powerful state. Greece, while enraged at his measures could not unite in opposition, but waited, indulging mean- while in much ill-timed speech and sporadic acts of ineffective resistance. Of his ambitious son, the fair-haired Prince Alexander, the world thought little, but of Philip much, for the latter was still in the vigour of manhood, and bade fair to extend his ambitious reign for many years. ' Alexander, untrammeled by cares, gave himself up as in the past, to the pleasantries of life, the chase, the exercise of arms, the physical delights of life, as princes will when power and foremost place are things of the distant and uncertain future. No cloud disturbed the serenity of his life; wor- shipped by his mother, the Queen, and cherished by his exalted father, no problems had as yet arisen to embitter his heart or stir his imperious spirit. Undisputed heir to a mighty throne, only those near him knew the mighty ambitions he treasured, or the dominating spirit he would display when the destinies of the world waited upon his unspoken word. Princely in bearing and of matchless beauty and strength, he looked the lover and adventurous 4 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE cavalier rather than the future conqueror of the world. And that there might be nothing wanting to complete the picture, it happened that in far-off Bactria, as if in expectancy, a fair young maid was budding into womanhood, the pearl of all the world, who was destined to form the one romance of his life, the intensity of which should stir his heart beyond all other events connected with his career; to cause him more hours of unhappiness and dis- quietude than all the perplexing problems of kingly rule or the uncertainties and dangers of a long con- tinued war of conquest. Of his close friends and associates, all were destined to achieve honour and many the favour of princely rank, but who now in their youth gave little thought to the future, eager of each day's happenings, content if they but pleased their beloved Prince. Of his country which for twenty years had waged victorious war on all its borders, there was no hint of internal discord, save the bitter hatreds and lasting jealousies of princely houses, growing out of their displacement as rulers, or from disap- pointed ambition arising out of the kingly succes- sion in the past. From these, however, many dis- tressing happenings and direful tragedies were to arise, as this romance of love and stirring adven- ture will relate. CHAPTER II THE DEPOSED PRINCE While the people of Pella still watched from tower and wall for some message from the seat of war, a body of cavalry riding at full speed approached the city from the south, their steeds and accoutrements giving evidence of a hard and fatiguing march. But long ere they came into view from the waiting capital the clouds of dust that arose and spread across the sun-dried plain gave notice of their approach. Of their number, however, or the purpose of their coming, nothing was known by those who gazed with anxious eyes from the watch-towers of the city. Were they friends or enemies? No one could tell. Many thought them Thracians intent upon seizing the capital or devastating the country in the King's absence, for such invasions of the barbarians had been things of common occurrence before Philip's time. Others believed them to be the escort of some exalted personage; perhaps the Prince Alex- ander ! But why so great a body of men unless the King had been victorious in battle — or completely crushed? While queries such as these passed from mouth to mouth no one stayed to answer, for immediately 6 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE the presence of the advancing force was discerned, the alarm was given by raising the King's standard, followed by the shrill blast of trumpets from the gates of the great fortress. At once the soldiers who rested in the barracks or loitered about the city, armed themselves and sought their allotted places behind the closed entrances or on the pro- tecting wall, prepared to welcome a friend or beat off an enemy as the case might be. Those who were laboriously practising the manual of arms in the open plain, hearing the call, hurriedly closed their ranks and hastened to the city to aid if neces- sary, in its defence. Instantly, upon the alarm being given, the capital was in a turmoil of excite- ment, many gathering in the streets while others hastened to the southern gate or mounted to the tops of buildings, to discover, if possible, the cause of the sudden and unexpected summons. Meanwhile, the apprpaching force, which happily proved to be a friendly body of Macedonian cav- alry returning from the seat of war, on nearing the city came to a sudden halt at the signal of Amyntas, the officer in command. This exalted Prince, rightful heir to the Macedonian throne, had been deposed when a child by the regent Philip, on the ground that he could not protect nor rule the country in a secondary capacity. In this all men were agreed, and Amyntas, on reaching man- hood, had acquiesced in the act, but while not THE DEPOSED PRINCE 7 openly dissenting had never been reconciled to his exclusion from the throne; and now, on approach- ing the capital, he halted, and gazing with pallid face and moody brow on the great city, exclaimed in a voice in which sorrow and anger were curi- ously blended: "Oh Pella! Pella! Fortress of the plain, thou art my capital, mine, mine, not Philip's ! I am thy governour — thy rightful king — not he !" Hearing him, Medius, a trusted page of noble rank, who rode by his side, looked back in appre- hension to those who followed, exclaiming as he stirred uneasily in his seat: "Speak not so loud, sweet Prince, for such words would cost you your life if they came to the King's ears." Scowling upon the youth, the Prince exclaimed: "The King, say you ! Rather the usurping mon- ster, who, under guise of protecting the weak and helpless, makes them his prey ! A curse upon him living," he went on, his rage increasing ; "and may the furies that haunt the abyss of death pursue him dead for the cruel wrong he did me !" "Do not speak thus, exalted Prince, for. though often harsh to others he has been gentle to you, sparing your life while putting to death others he had not half the cause to fear," Medius mildly expostulated. 8 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "'Twas but another expression of his cruelty, child. To have killed me would have been a mercy, for I who should approach yonder capital as its king now enter it as the messenger of him who stole my birthright. Nor did he filch it as man against man, but while I, a puling infant, could scarce lisp his name." '"Tis said he did so to preserve his own life and yours. Prince, and not from choice." "What? Do you condone the act?" Amyntas cried with scowling visage, uplifting the javelin he carried. "I know not how it was," the other mildly ex- cused. "Then be silent, for my betrayal is beyond your childlike comprehension. A beast of prey, this Philip, bloody and unkempt, ruling a kingdom that forever resounds with the blare of trumpets and the clang of hurrying soldiers." "If that be true 'tis that our enemies may be quieted and men sleep unmolested in their beds." "Men ! There are no longer men, for at his bid- ding we lie down in our tracks like grateful hounds, our stomachs empty and our wounds uncared for." "But if the King exacts much, he gives as freely of his own body and blood, as witness his missing eye and many wounds," Medius protested. "Fie ! For every wound he has put a thousand men to death, and for his missing eye twenty thou- THE DEPOSED PRINCE 9 sand enemies were butchered and as many sold into slavery. Bah! If he strives, 'tis he alone who is benefitted." "Nay, do we not all share in the glory and riches the wars bring, and if they be cruel are they not followed by security, a thing before unknown ?" "Yes, boy, the security that follows the hurri- cane or tidal wave ; the peace that follows the feast of the hungry bear !" Amyntas cried, turning upon the other a face flushed with rage and hate. "At least no one save he may harm us, and that was not always so," the youth responded unabashed. "Harm us ! Our wives and daughters were bet- ter in an Illyrian stronghold than near his camp, such license does he accord his favourites for their base subserviency. And 'tis by such agencies that he comes now to pose as a god, while we sweat and grunt without profit or honour." "I like not such speech of our King," Medius cried out with rising anger. "Say you so, stripling, knowing the cause I have to hate the monster you call 'King,' "' Amyntas screamed, choking with rage. "If the King be as you say, Alexander has com- mitted no offence; he at least is true in all things," Medius answered, striving to turn the other's thoughts. "The jackal's whelp! His appetite for blood is not less sharp than Philip's, albeit he cannot look lo ALEXANDER THE PRINCE a woman in the face without blushing; a thing so sweet to the King's eyes," Amyntas sneered, refer- ring to Alexander's well-known avoidance of women, and Philip's eager pursuit of them. "No one can say aught against the Prince, try as they may, for he possesses every manly virtue, and each one has a counterpart in his skill at arms," Medius reproved. "Virtue ! Underneath his soft skin beats a heart so insatiable of glory that the lives of all mankind will scarce suffice to slake its thirst; and now that Philip gives him preference over older and better men," he scowled, "there will be no measuring his arrogance." "There is not a soldier in the camp who presumes so little on his rank," Medius flamed. "He loves glory as other men do wine and women, that is all ; and well he may, for no one can stand before him with sword or uplifted spear. Nay, you do your cousin wrong, for he is in all things, in learning and courage and gentle courtesy, superior to every other man." And losing all awe of his exalted companion, Medius looked him in the face as if he would enforce the truth of what he said with his sword. "The fawning sycophants yield him preference in arms because of his high rank and through fear of the King ; not because he is superior to them in any way," Amyntas raged, eying his companion. THE DEPOSED PRINCE ii incensed beyond measure at the youth's manner and speech. "You traduce the Prince, for his superiority in arms all men recognize, even the King, and in the trial of skill in the valley of Edessa he surpassed every one, as you know." "Mummery! Mummery! Under his complais- ant manner he has the ferocity of his mother, and appetites as brutal as the monster Philip, who, when satiated with blood or scorched by the flames of burning cities, loses remembrance in beastly drunkenness. Or, what is worse, seeks some new creature among those who wait his embrace with outstretched arms and inviting glances." "I will not listen longer to such traitorous speech, prince though you be; nor would you dare speak thus were I a man," Medius cried out, laying his hand on his sword. "What, you puling sycophant, do you dare threaten your rightful Prince, your true King! Ye Gods, is it not enough that I be cheated of the throne, but boys must bid me hold my peace under threat of their displeasure!" Amyntas screamed, losing all control over himself, and raising his jave- lin in a frenzy of passion hurled it full at his unsus- pecting companion. "There, thou parasite, go pre- pare a place for thy idols, for they shall surely follow if flesh be vulnerable to steel or poison," he 12 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE choked, as Medius, swaying to and fro, fell head- long to the ground. The troop of horsemen that followed, seeing the Prince halt, had meanwhile remained patiently awaiting his movements, but too far away to hear aught of what was said. Observing Medius lay his hand on his sword, followed by Amyntas hurl- ing his javelin, Clearchus, a veteran of the service and in immediate command of the accompanying escort, spurred forward, his face pale with sur- prise and anger. "What has this youth done or said that you should strike him down all unprepared?" he de- manded, springing from his horse and bending over Medius' prostrate body. "What, think you, but basely traduce the King and Prince," Amyntas answered, striving to regain his composure. "If 'twere true 'tis not your office to punish," Clearchus responded with stern displeasure, as he bent over Medius' body, seeking in vain to discover some spark of life in the prostrate form. "Hearing him, and in the heat of passion, and all unwisely, it may be, but out of my great love for the King and our beloved Prince, I struck him down," Amyntas explained with feigned regret, as if he could even yet condone the lad's treason in sorrow at having killed him. THE DEPOSED PRINCE 13 "He slander the King! I would not believe it though all the gods of Greece proclaimed it as the truth !" Clearchus cried without looking up. "Nay, you know not that loss of preferment has so soured his temper that his tongue oozes poison like a marsh-adder." "You should have disarmed him, Prince, not killed him, a mere youth," Clearchus reprimanded. "Yes, that would have been better, but enraged at his treasonable speech I thought not to restrain my hand." "If what you say be true 'twas but the mouthings of a child." "A child, but old in treasonable thoughts and well deserving death, for he meditated nothing less than the assassination of both Philip and Alexan- der, and so threatened." "I like not to see the blood of our young nobles thus shed. 'Tis not such as he, poor boy, that the King has cause to fear, but those who eat his bread while they envy him his state," Clearchus protested, no way appeased. "If you insinuate so base a charge against me, by the Gods I will send you to keep the traitor com- pany !" Amyntas screamed, loosening his sword. "Nay, it is not for me to judge," Clearchus ex- cused, springing to his feet and hurriedly mounting his horse. There, firmly seated, he grasped his javelin and poising it high in air cried, in a voice 14 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE of thunder: "Hold your hand, Prince, or by the beard of Cyclops, if you lift it so much as the width of your bridle-rein, I will kill you though you were the King himself!" "Calm yourself, Clearchus, I meant you no harm;" Amyntas cried out in fright, backing away. "Nay, we are too old in companionship of arms and kindly acts, good friend, to think evil of each other. Put down your weapon; 'twas an idle speech," he excused, "for I mourn the boy's death not less than you, traitor though he was. In proof," he went on, striving to smile, "do you remain and see that the body has honoured sepulchre and I would I might stay to aid, but dare not lest our good King, incensed at the delay, justly reprove me for lack of diligence in his service," and fawning upon the irate soldier who glared at him white with rage and suspicion, the prince raised his sword as a signal to the waiting soldiers to advance, and putting spurs to his horse hurried forward, those who followed casting pitiful glances on their stricken companion as they passed. CHAPTER III MEDIUS Dismounting after the departure of Amyntas, Clearchus again knelt beside the body of Medius, and raising the youth's head, murmured, a sob choking him : "Ye gods, what could have called forth the cow- ardly blow! Not what Amyntas claims, I'd stake my life. More likely 'twas he who threatened the King, for he bears him a deadly grudge, though Philip will not believe it. Child, child," he went on distracted, his arms about the youth, "you were too young to die and thus dishonoured." At this Medius, as if brought back to life by Cle- archus' sorrowful speech, opened his eyes, and star- ing about him, gasped : "O Clearchus — Am I dying? — Is this death?" he whispered with laboured breath. "No, no, 'tis not so bad as that, Medius," the other cried out hopefully, overcome. "Yes, yes — 'tis true — and you but seek to com- fort me," the youth murmured. "The gods forbid so cruel a fate befall you," Clearchus protested as the other struggled for breath. 1 6 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "You weep — then it must be so," Medius gasped, his face gray with the shadow of death: "And Amyntas?" he shuddered, looking about him, af- frighted. "Fear him not, child, the coward shall do you no further harm," Clearchus soothed. "Oh, 'tis hard to die," Medius sobbed, pressing his hand to his breast where the head of the javelin lay buried, the shaft having broken in the fall — "Everything is so beautiful — and I am so young — and the wars, Clearchus, the glorious wars !" "And you but just beginning to hold a sword and hurl a javelin — and Persia's war almost upon us," Clearchus sorrowed, thinking of the youth's mis- fortune and the country's loss. "I thought to have died fighting for the King — not this way, Clearchus — for he was very kind to me when I was stricken at the Winter battle." "Yes, yes; and so he will believe, let Amyntas say what he will. Oh God of gods, did ever gentle page serve so hard a master !" Clearchus cried, his rage bursting out afresh. "He was in a passion, Clearchus, and knew not what he did. Hold it not against him, for he has suffered more than most men — and is crazed with brooding over his wrongs. Lift me up, Clearchus — how white the city — and the black mountains — ^how they top the plain! — Oh Clearchus, I would I did not have to die !" MEDIUS 17 "Nor would I have you, child, but every one must die, and the soldier more likely than another," Cle- archus scofifed, as if it were a small thing indeed. "Hold me in your arms, Clearchus — I'm sink- ing — dying, Clearchus ! — Oh mother ! Mother 1 Save me — save me!" the youth gasped in agony, strug- ghng for breath. But after a while, regaining mo- mentary strength, he went on: "Watch over the King, and — the — Prince — they are in danger — But look!" he suddenly shieked in a delirium of fever, his mind lost in recollections of the past ; "See ! The Prince heads the charge — hark — the cheers — the whirl — and the thunder — they strike — again — and again — and see, the Thebans fly — fly, Clearchus — Oh mother! Mother, — " and with the whispered word upon his lips, the young soldier lay still. Long Clearchus gazed on the prostrate body, tears streaming down his bronzed face; then, remembering how the gentle youth had met his death, he raised his clenched hand aloft, exclaim- ing: "May the gods punish you, Amyntas, for a cow- ardly assassin ! — And to fall thus, Medius," he pres- ently went on, his mood changing; "and so young and fair — but 'tis only a day sooner, child, for every one must die." "But not until their appointed hour," a voice sud- denly exclaimed, almost in his ear. Looking up, surprised and startled, Clearchus beheld the speaker, a man of venerable appearance, bending 1 8 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE far down over the side of his horse, intently scan- ning the features of the prostrate youth. " 'Tis only a faint," the stranger continued ; not a mortal hurt, for had the iron pierced his heart he would never have spoken more." "Who are you that you speak thus confidently ?" Clearchus cried, eying the speaker with kindly interest, so assured and gentle was his voice. "My name would mean nothing to you, for I am but a simple leech, following with my slave for greater safety, in the train of the exalted Prince Amyntas," and dismounting without further words he knelt beside the stricken lad. " 'Tis as I thought ; his heart, strong with the blood of youth, still beats, though delay in applying needed reme- dies would quickly end in death." "The gods be thanked if what you say be true," Clearchus responded, with fervent voice. "The shock was too great for the child, already worn by the long and fatiguing march," the leech explained, continuing his examination. "He was weak ere that from a previous illness and wounds received in the Grecian campaign." "Yes, here is the mark of a spear-thrust not yet healed," the other said, exposing a deep scar on Medius' breast. "Poor lad, 'tis a wound he received in the Winter battle, but made believe it had healed, that he might join the King at Cheronea." MEDIUS 19 "The new wound is not more mortal than the other," and taking firm hold of the javelin the leech after some effort gently extracted it. Then, giving the youth into Clearchus' arms, he took from a net fastened about the neck of his horse, an earthen vessel, and, opening it, flooded the gaping cavity with the liquid it contained. "The hurt is not mortal," he went on, "and in an hour he will have regained his senses," he con- fidently proclaimed. "The gods be thanked." "But he cannot be moved," the leech added, look- ing about him anxiously, "lest the wound open afresh or he die of exhaustion." "Yonder habitation, not an arrow's flight, will afford him shelter," Clearchus answered relieved, pointing to a rude structure near the river Lydias. "The old King's hunting lodge," the leech mur- mured. "You know it, then?" Clearchus exclaimed in surprise. "Yes — in years past." "I would it were a palace — 'twould be none too good for the gentle Princess," Clearchus exclaimed. "The Princess?" the leech questioned, surprised at the isolation of one so exalted. "Yes the widow of Menetaus." "The Princess Parcledes?" "Yes, that most unhappy of women." 20 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "I know her history well, for I was attendant upon the Prince, her husband, during his unhappy exile," the leech replied in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the lonely habitation. "Perhaps in some atonement, who can tell, Philip has given her this asylum, and here she lives in close retirement with her daughter Eurydice. Kind of heart, she will gladly give Medius a bed if afflic- tion has not changed her nature." "Affliction makes mankind softer, not harder," the other answered as if in reproof, "but let us hasten !" he added, and beckoning to his slave they lifted Medius' body and slowly made their way to the isolated hut. Approaching the river they saw beneath them, amid overhanging trees, a rambling building of stone, rudely cemented and black with centuries of age. But about the place there was such air of desolation and decay that Clearchus cried out as he looked down on the time-v.orn structure : "I was wrong, leech — the place is no longer ten- anted." "It matters not; a brisk fire will soon make it hab- itable." Reaching the hut, Qearchus idly struck the door with the hilt of his sv.ord, but receiving no response, cast about him for some means of forcing an entrance. While thus engaged, the voice of a child, tremulous with fear, called out: MEDIUS 21 "Go your way, stranger, nor seek admission here!" "We cannot, friend, for the life of a brave man depends on our finding shelter on the instant," Cle- archus cried, impatiently. "\\''ho are you?" the voice quavered after a mo- ment's pause. "Soldiers of the King, intent upon his business," he answered gruffly. Hearing him, the inmate of the hut gave a fright- ened cry, but further than that made no response. "Give me leave, Clearchus," the leech interposed, "your voice has too much the tone of command;" and turning to the door, called out, "\\'e mean you no harm, be ye whom ye may, but come as suppli- ants, bearing the body of a wounded youth whom no one can deny shelter without offending the gods." "I am alone — and dare not admit you," the voice answered, but less timidly. "You have no cause to fear, for we are neither robbers nor betrayers of the weak. Open, then, if you would not offend the gods b}^ your per- versity." "1 pray you wait my mother's return — 'twill be but a moment," the voice pleaded, but no longer in fear. "No; we seek the shelter of your roof to shield the stricken man from the heat and midday sxm. 22 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE Open lest his death be on your head," the leech com- manded. To this there was no response for some mo- ments, but at last, as if overcome by the appeal, the door opened, revealing the frightened face of a young girl. Nor did they wonder at her hesitancy, for she was but a child, and with such gentle mix- ture of youth and soft timidity that she appeared like an apparition as she stood looking out from the lonely hut. Gazing in tender pity on Medius' form and pallid face, she murmured : "I crave your forgiveness for the delay, gentle strangers, for no one in trouble is ever denied shel- ter here." "We ask nothing but a place in which to lay the youth, gentle princess," the leech explained, bend- ing low to the young girl. "How came he so grievously hurt?" she asked, leaving the shelter of the door and smoothing the linen tunic about Medius' throat, tears of pity clouding her eyes. "He was frolicking with his companions, over- joyed at his return home, when a spear by mishap pierced his breast," Clearchus explained, as if it were so. "He will live, fear not, if he have quiet and gen- tle nursing," the leech confidently added, as they bore Medius' body within the house. THE AVOUXDED PAGE MEDIUS 23 "He shall have both," Eurydice — for such was the young girl's name — assured them with gentle voice, and calling to a slave bade her fix a couch for the injured youth. Refreshing the wound and binding it anew with soft compresses, the leech arose from the couch on which they had placed the unconscious youth, and scanning the cool and restful room with a smile, said: "If we had searched the kingdom, Clearchus, we could not have found a place so fit as this." While they stood thus about Medius' unconscious form, the door opened and a woman of queenly presence and gentle manners entered the room, and recognizing Clearchus, exclaimed, with smiling countenance : "To what happy chance do I owe a visit from so good a friend and so brave a soldier ?" "To a cruel accident, sweet Princess, that has but now befallen a young friend and companion in arms." "You are welcome; but who is the unfortunate youth, for he is scarce more?" she asked, her gaze resting on the wounded lad. "Medius, a noble youth of ancient and kingly lineage, page to the sovereign Prince Amyntas," Clearchus replied, not trusting himself to say more. "And your companion, Clearchus, if it be not rude to ask?" 24 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "1 am Jaron, a leech of the city of Hypata of Thessaly, exalted Princess," the other interposed. "A dealer in magic to those who crave such stimu- lant, but of this I take no account more than the love philtres in which I deal, though in such things I question not the belief of others. The first I use to give hope to the despairing and allay the fears of the distressed, or for pay, if such things are craved by the superstitious. But my remedies for those who ail are the distillations of herbs and minerals such as have been used for generations by my peo- ple ; and it is thus and as a simple leech, and naught beside, that I crave your permission, exalted Princess, to minister to the wants of this unfortu- nate child, while beneath your roof." "Enough ! You are welcome. My house is open to the wounded youth, and all we have to bestow is at your disposal," she answered, bending over Medius' couch. Gazing long and attentively upon the still unconscious page, she pressed her lips to his sunken cheek, exclaiming, with melancholy voice, "My son would have been like him, Clearchus, had he been spared to me by the cruel King." "He needs but quiet and good nursing," Jaron hastily interposed, alarmed at her reference to the King; "and having that, his youth will soon win him back to health and strength — but you, good friend," he went on abruptly, turning to Clearchus, "need not linger if business calls you hence." MEDIUS 25 "Eye of Cyclops, 'tis indeed a thing I should remember, for I bear dispatches that admit of no delay," Clearchus cried, and bending over, pressed his lips to Medius' brow, murmuring a prayer to the gods for the youth's recovery. Then, gravely saluting those present, he took his departure, the sound of his galloping horse falling on the ears of those who stayed, almost with the closing of the oaken door. CHAPTER IV THE TRAITOROUS PRINCES After leaving Clearchus and the stricken page, Amyntas spurred on to the capital, his mind filled with many misgivings in regard to the outcome of what had occurred. Had the javelin pierced Me- dius' heart? Was he indeed dead? What if it were only a faint, and reviving, he should tell Cle- archus all, — Clearchus, the fanatical friend of the King, and withal so brutally outspoken? But at the worst it would be the word of an obscure page against that of a royal prince! Nothing serious, then, could come of it, and in the excitement of the war the incident would soon be forgotten. Thus reasoning, but feeling far from assured, he hur- ried on, and nearing the waiting city those who watched threw wide the gate in welcome. Signal- ling the tumpeter to sound the note of victory, the Prince kept on his way, riding down with savage unconcern all who impeded his course. Approach- ing at last the island fortress of the King, the attendants welcomed him with uplifted arms and eager cries ; but disdaining all speech except to say that the Macedonians had been completely victori- ous, he dismounted and hurried across the draw- 27 28 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE bridge that separated the citadel from the wall that encompassed the city. No part of this great fortress, at once the palace and treasure-house of the conquering King, re- mains today to mark the spot, after the lapse of two and twenty centuries. The massive blocks of stone of which it was constructed were long since carried away by Roman or Turk, while the island on which the structure stood, washed by rains and river- floods, is now scarce higher than the surrounding marsh. Access to the citadel was gained by a drawbridge across the Lydias, the fortress being protected on the side of the city by an outer wall following the windings of the picturesque river. This wall was slotted at irregular distances, and from its project- ing towers, and from the main fortress as well, the soldiers of the garrison could defend the mighty structure with little or no danger to themselves. Entrance to the citadel was by a massive portcullis, the wall within which the gate was raised being connected at either end with lateral structures of equal height. In the enclosure thus formed, a strong guard was stationed, and here much of the business of the fortress was transacted. Passing from this open space through a portcullis, similar to that facing the river, admission was gained to an imposing room that formed the vestibule of the palace. This was paved with marble, and its walls THE TRAITOROUS PRINCES 29 adorned by silken portieres and trophies of Philip's many wars. Here the captain of the guard had his office, and here the frequenters and gossips of the court came to meet their friends and discuss the news of the day. Opposite the entrance to the vestibule a covered way led to the magazines and public offices of the fortress, embracing the whole of the lower floor. Above these were the private apartments of the palace, the grand stairway lead- ing thereto opening on an extended portico, adorned with marble columns that faced an interior court around which the structure rose, tier on tier, to its full height. For the comfort and convenience of those occu- pying this somewhat gloomy dwelling, the lower story or offices of the fortress was covered over and made to form a promenade, and, on occasion, a commodious banqueting hall for those living in the palace. About this open space galleries encircled the different stories, giving access to the apart- ments of the palace on the several floors. Many of these rooms were connected by hidden doors and secret stairways, devised for the convenience and greater safety of the royal family. The prison, an important adjunct of every royal residence in that stormy age, occupied the topmost story, access to it being gained by an interior and closely guarded stairway. Surrounding the fortress was a canal or moat one hundred feet in width and thirty feet 30 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE in depth, beyond which an impassable morass served as a further protection against assault. On the summit of the structure, and as an additional pre- caution, were contrivances for pouring boiling water and pitch on the heads of assailants, ballistas for throwing stones, and ingenious catapults or bows for casting darts — every contrivance, in fact, known to that age of war. Such was the strong- hold in which Philip lived and held his growing court. Having gained admission to the vestibule of the fortress, Amyntas found it deserted save by the captain of the guard, Pausanias, an Orestian prince of vain and fickle temper, belonging to one of the ancient kingly houses of Macedonia. This officer, who was destined to achieve unenviable fame, sat moodily drawing lines with his scabbard on the marble floor, but awakened to life by the other's entrance, sprang to his feet, exclaiming : "The Prince Amyntas, by all the gods of war !" "Yes, Pausanias, 'tis I, Amyntas, the courier of Philip," the other answered with a sneer. "Whence come you, good cousin?" Pausanias asked, seeming not to notice the reference. "Where, think you, save from Philip's camp?" Amyntas answered shortly, seating himself and motioning the other to do the same. "First a cup of wine to cheer you, for you look worn and depressed," Pausanias exclaimed; and THE TRAITOROUS PRINCES 31 this being presently brought and drunk, he contin- ued with amiable warmth: "Your coming, Prince, is most welcome, for we have heard nothing for days, and our nerves are on edge because of the long suspense. What news do you bring, good or bad, if I am free to ask?" "Good, if your interest lie with Philip," Amyn- tas answered, with a scowl. "Is it so? I had hoped the contrary, for 'tis plain that his every triumph but the more surely fixes your dependent state — ^you, our rightful King," Pausanias exclaimed with feigned earnestness. "Touch me not too nearly, Pausanias, for I am that raw I could strike my brother dead if he offended me by a look." "Forgive me, for you have cause to be ag- grieved; but I had heard it said, and so believed," he slyly insinuated, eying the other with furtive glance, "that your marriage to the King's daughter had reconciled you to your state, though it was but a crumb, while saving the whole loaf to Philip." "Could any one but a fool have thought the chaining of the King's helpless child to my shat- tered fortunes would make me more content ? Nay, this new servitude but deepens my hatred of the usurper !" "Time will soften your rancour and still your hot temper, Amyntas, for so it ever is with the belated 32 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE prince," Pausanias consoled, in a voice to stir the other's blood. "No, by the gods, no! Each passing hour but adds to my hatred, for I were worse than a shackled slave if aught save my rights could move me to quietude." "Your rights?" "Yes ! the kingship ! What else ?" " 'Tis folly to dream of any change, Amyntas. Only the death of Philip and Alexander can open the way for you to the throne, and no one, unless it be the King of Persia, longer disputes their power — and he, 'tis said, can scarce sit his throne from fright. But tell me. Cousin," he went on, as if in doubt, "is it true that Philip's arms and subtle craft have been crowned with complete success in this final trial of strength?-' "Yes, Thebes lies despoiled, trampled in the dust, and Athens, so long a thorn in Philip's side, has ceased her chattering, and sits dumb and trembling beside her fish-pots and empty tribunals. Seeing this, all Greece has yielded, save brooding Sparta, and thus at last the beast sits enthroned amid seas of blood, with none so courageous as to oppose his will." "I would I had been there, Amyntas, to see the Attic windbags take to their heels," the other laughed. "They had a chance, the driveling idiots, but must needs oppose us with divided armies and unfit gen- THE TRAITOROUS PRINCES 33 erals; and answering Philip's taunts, rushed down into the plain to meet him on ground chosen by him- self." "Nothing now intervenes, then, between the King and Persia's conquest ; and with that all hope of our redemption will be lost forever — if indeed Philip should live so long," Pausanias added, his voice alive with baleful suggestion. "Yes, and as if it were not enough to rob me of my throne, I must needs stay behind, so he hints, to guard the women while others gather the sweets of victory. Oh, most unhappy fate, to be born a king and live a parasite !" "In that you are not alone, Prince." "What mean you by that ?" "Your misfortune others share, for the kingdom swarms with princes plucked from their thrones that the Dorian house may grow. My own coun- try," he went on bitterly, "once an independent king- dom, is now nothing, and I, its rightful Prince, have scarce more honour at Philip's court than he who holds the King's bridle." "You seem not to think it a great nonour to be captain of the royal g^ard?" Amyntas jeered. "Why should I? Denied the wars, shunned by her I love, the butt of the King's favourites, I sit here despised, writing my name in the dust while others gain honour and riches in the wars." 34 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Rightly, too, are you neglected, for you no more than other captives of the King, will raise a hand to regain your rights," Amyntas sneered. "You would not mock thus, Amyntas, if you knew what's in their hearts." "Bah ! The hearts of hares." "No, the hearts of men, but Philip's eyes and ears are like the stars of heaven, so infinite are the spies he employs to watch over the safety of the state." "To frighten cowards, Pausanias. Fie! Your white face and supple joints denote all too well your lack of enterprise and manly courage." "Has my cheek less colour than yours, Amyntas, or xny knees greater pliancy? Point but the way, for I, not less than you, will never have a dreamless night while Philip lives," Pausanias raged. "Vain sounding words, for amid such vapourings he sleeps in his bed undisturbed, and, picking here and there, adds daily to the number of his wives." "Have you done more than I? No! With greater provocation you hide behind the skirts of Philip's child, while others as deserving wander in the open streets," Pausanias cried, his face dis- torted with passion. "In that you grossly belie me, for while others deplore their unhappy fate in some safe corner, I only have sought to weaken the King's power by destroying his aspiring son," Amyntas boasted with sickly smile. THE TRAITOROUS PRINCES 35 "That were indeed a praiseworthy thing — if it be true," the other responded more amiably. "But come, tell me the brave story, good cousin," Pau- sanias went on skeptically, "for I did not think you half so enterprising." "No, the tale is without point, because of failure, and so my tongue halts in the telling of it." "Nay, that does not matter; 'twas a brave thought, however it ended," the other urged. "Long I have sought a chance to take his life, but without avail," Amyntas related, after some moments' hesitation, "until at Cheronea fortune seemed at last to point the way. For you must know I followed close upon the heels of Alexander, who fought in the very front, and when at last in the thick of the fight he was beset on every side, seeing a chance, and being sure, I hurled my spear full at his exposed body." "Well, well, why do you stop? You at least wounded the wolf's whelp !" "No, not even that, for stooping at the moment to rescue Clearchus, who lay prostrate on the ground, the missile passed him harmlessly. And, as if this were not enough, it must needs strike Theagenes, the Theban commander, who, but for the blow, would have transfixed the Prince with his uplifted spear." "Ye gods! It must indeed be true, Amyntas, as Philip claims, that some kindly deity watches over the fortune of the royal house." 36 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "I know not, but so exalted has the King grown with continued success, that he will not believe harm of any kind can come to him. Nay, he scarce believes treachery can exist in his case." "You speak of him as if you somehow thought him great, Amyntas ?" "I do, and in that hold his offence the greater, for only small men, like mice, find excuse for filch- ing from the helpless when entrusted to their honour." "You speak of his robbing you of the crown?" "Yes." "Did not Alexander observe your flying spear and so accuse you?" Pausanias asked, reverting to the former subject. "Seeing the Theban fall, transfixed, he turned and smiled his thanks, thinking he owed his life to me." "Art sure?" "As that I live." "Then you must needs be in high favour?" the other exclaimed, scowling with envious discomfort. "Yes, and when opportunity offers, I will use it to destroy the whole brood, not leaving one." "Through this miscarriage, then, the Prince's favour gained, we may see the fruition of all our hopes," Pausanias pompously declaimed. "Such are often the happenings of men, for when, seem- ingly, their fortunes are lost, the door unexpectedly THE TRAITOROUS PRINCES 37 flies open and they regain what before appeared hopelessly beyond their reach. But tell me, how does Alexander bear himself now that the King shares with him the honours of command?" "He accepts it as a thing ordained; a prelude merely to what is to follow." " 'Tis like him, for he is not as those about him, but seems always to live in the future, thinking lightly, if at all, of the present." "Yes, and have you never noticed the trick he has of looking not at you, but seemingly through you, as if caught by some thought beyond, the purport of which you cannot fathom. By the gods, Pau- sanias, except that his life blocks my path, I could love him for his serenity, but as it is I hate him, and live only to find a way to put him and his usurp- ing father to death." "Bravo! But in truth the Prince is scarce inore content with life than you or I, Amyntas." "What mean you by that?" "Have you not noticed that if one but speaks of Philip's coming invasion of Persia, he flushes to the roots of his hair as if the King were somehow robbing him of his inheritance ?" "Yes, and Philip laughs at it, but by the gods if there be anything in my pursuing hate, neither the one nor the other shall ever live to set foot on Persian soil !" CHAPTER V QUEEN OLYMPIAS While Amyntas and Pausanias were thus com- plaining of their wrongs and threatening both the King and Alexander, their speech was suddenly dis- turbed by the prolonged blast of a trumpet from without the fortress walls. "What is the meaning of that?" Amyntas asked with idle curiosity. " 'Tis the signal of the Queen." "Of what purport?" "To raise the outer gate," Pausanias explained, without stirring from his seat. "Does the Tigress go much abroad, or is it as formerly?" Amyntas inquired. "She scarce leaves the fortress from one week's end to another ; but the mood seizing her, will trail back and forth for hours in the windings of the Lydias." * 39 40 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "In melancholy mood, or has the absence of the King enlivened her life?" Amyntas asked with a laugh. "No one has ever seen her smile, unless indeed it be her idol." "Her idol?" "Yes, the Prince — but here she comes!" Pau- sanias continued, springing to his feet as the gate of the fortress was upraised, revealing the Queen advancing with her retinue of attendants and slaves. Olympias, Queen of Macedonia, so great in her sorrows, and so masterful in her ways, was still in middle life, but her face which had once been supremely beautiful was now clouded and deeply furrowed by the disappointments of life and the fierce passions to which she gave unrestrained sway. It was not, as in her youth, the face of a loving and trusting woman, but that of a lioness, eager, revengeful, and craving; a face that looked out with fierce questioning eyes from a wilderness of yellow hair that no net or hood could hold. The face of a woman that only confiding love could chasten or subdue and that meeting deception or neglect would flash back with fierce scorn and undy- ing hatred. Disappointed in Philip, whose love scarce lasted through the nuptial hour, all her interests thereafter centered in her son Alexander, whom she treasured with passionate love. Philip's QUEEN O LYME I AS 41 marital transgressions, that only a complaisant wife could have looked upon \\-\Xh. patience, excited in her such furious rage and unbridled speech that the ]\Iacedonian court was in a constant turmoil of excitement because of it. These tempests of pas- sion the King heightened by publicly questioning her fidelity, professing to find excuse therein for still further neglect. Thus it had come about that they had nothing in common except their son; and now, from much brooding, the Queen had come to believe that the Prince's succession, nay his very life, was endangered by the intrigues of the court and the wayward impulses of the forceful King. Such was her unhappy state when Amyntas, see- ing her enter the fortress, as already related, ran and threw himself on his knees before her, crying out with feigned enthusiasm : "Hail, gracious Queen, mother of Alexander, deign to hear the glorious news I bring !" "Your countenance, exalted Prince, not less than your words, reassures me," she smiled, giving him her hand, pleased at his reference to her son. "Yes, august Sovereign, our army is again victo- rious and all Greece lies prostrate, nor thinks further of disputing the King's will." "The triumph of our arms is an oft-told tale, 'Amyntas, for nowhere can men be found to with- stand the charge of our well-ordered troops," she said, without animation. '42 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "No, nor will they attempt it longer, gracious Queen," Amyntas acquiesced, with such show of enthusiasm as he could command. "Did many fall on our side? — Be careful what you say, Amyntas, for the wives and mothers of Macedon will be stricken or gladdened by your words," the Queen cautioned with a sigh. "We suffered little, oh Queen, being the aggressor and happy in our attack, but on the side of the Greeks half their force fell or were taken prison- ers." "And the Prince — is he well?" she questioned eagerly. "Yes, oh Queen." "Tell me, did he bear himself gallantly in the battle?" she asked with heightened colour. "No words of mine can depict the glory of his achievements on the field, oh Queen ; and the army, recognizing his pre-eminence, acclaim him victor, hailing him as King, so great is its delight." "And Philip, does he find offence therein?" "No, far from it, for after the battle he sent for the Prince and embraced him, saying, 'You are more fit to command than I !' " "Oh glorious, god like son, to have borne him is to become immortal!" the Queen cried, deeply stirred. "But 'twas foretold by the gods when he was born, Amyntas, that he was destined to achieve great deeds." QUEEN OLYMPIAS 43 "His acts, gracious Queen, foretell this, nor need we oracles to confirm it," the Prince said, bowing low to conceal his jealous rage. "Tell me, friend, if I do not tire you, how he bore himself in the very heat of battle." "Like a soldier of approved courage and skill, oh Queen. Commanding the left wing, he charged the Theban army, breaking their array and scatter- ing their forces as the tempest whirls the dust through Pella's crowded streets," Amyntas de- scribed, striving to hide the hatred that consumed him. "Could not the Sacred Band, which has been held invincible, make head against him?" "Not more than the others, oh Queen, for our soldiers, breaking their close formation, cut them down, not sparing one." "Did all perish?" "Yes, refusing quarter, not one was hf t to mourn his fellows or his country's overthrow." "Oh gallant, god like men! Oh glorious war, why was I not born a man to take part in its brave exploits!" she cried. "Nay, you will live in Alexander and his deeds, oh Queen, for his greatness will be all your own," Amyntas responded with angry vehemence as if plucking a laurel from Philip's brow. "Yet he is so trusting withal, so true to his friends and plighted word, that some gentle nymph 44 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE might have borne him rather than his fierce mother. But go on," she eagerly questioned, "what act did he perform after the defeat of the Thebans?" "Turning to the right, Uke a circhng storm, he attacked the Athenians, before whom the King was slowly striving, and his onslaught being unex- pected, their forces were quickly disorganized and driven in rout from the field. Afterward, as I have said, the King and Prince meeting on the field of battle, Philip kissed him, exclaiming that he was the greater general and the more worthy to com- mand." "Where left you the King and Alexander?" the Queen asked, her face flushed with pleasure at what she had heard. "Philip is with the army, arranging the details of peace, and Alexander, meantime, has gone as envoy to Athens, it being the policy of the King to treat the Athenians with fatherly indulgence." "Then we may soon expect their return?" "The King will be detained pending the negotia- tions, but the Prince may be expected at an early day, oh Queen." "Hasten the hour, that I may again feast my tired eyes on his god like form!" she sighed, turning away. "The King bids me further advise you," Amyntas went on, detaining her, "that an embassy, sent by the King of Persia, is now on its way to Pella, and QUEEN OLYMPIAS 45 that it is his wish that its members be received and entertained with fitting honour." "I had not heard before of such a mission." "Nor would it have visited Pella now, had we not been victorious at Cheronea." "Why so?" "It was dispatched originally to treat with Demosthenes and the other Greeks, but we, win- ning, they turn to us, with Oriental craft, as the dominant power." 'At last, then, Greece failing him, the Persian King comes to Pella, hoping to put off the invasion of his country," the Queen responded, reflecting on the importance of the visit. "So it is thought, oh Queen, and 'tis said five dromedaries are not too many to carry the gold and presents of value the ambassadors bring with them," Amyntas described, aroused at thought of so much wealth. "Then the Persian King must indeed tremble for his throne, Amyntas, for 'tis said he is as saving of his gold as the most sordid miser." "So the Grecians complain." "In what manner?" "At the smallness of his gifts," Amyntas laughed. "Gifts?" "Well, that will do as well as an uglier word," he scoffed. 46 ALEXAXDER THE PRIXCE '"Tell me, Prince," the Queen questioned, as if in idle curiosity, "is there no court news to relate — no scandal among the fa^Tiing sycophants who strive for the King's favour, little regardful of how it is obtained?'' "Only that Attalus is now supreme, and nothing else is talked about," AmjTitas answered, referring to one of the great nobles of ^lacedonia whom the Queen held in especial detestation. "Attalus! It cannot be," the Queen cried in reproof. "Yes, he only has the King's ear. and because of it every one pays him court as if he were the next in succession." "^^^lat! Dare you tell me that Philip, in his weakened power, has j-ielded to that monster of treachery and greed?" Ohinpias exclaimed, ad- vancing on Am^Titas as if to strike him down. "Yes, and Attains, taking quick advantage of the favour, seeks to make his fortune secure by the King's marriage with his too-willing niece, the Princess Cleopatra," Amyntas added, with spiteful particularity, casting a sidelong look at Pausanias, who was known to be deeply enamoured of the Princess in question. ""\Miat is that you say?" Pausanias exclaimed, coming forward with flushed face, aroused at the other's words. QUEEN OLYMPIAS 47 "That 'tis reported Cleopatra's marriage to the King is a thing fully agreed upon," the other coldly explained. "By the gods, if there be such a rumor, Amyntas, 'tis a lie!" Pausanias cried, with heightened voice. "I only repeat the talk of the camp," Amyntas answered with contemptuous indifference. "Cleopatra, my love, my very heart, pledged to me by every tie, cannot be such a wanton! Xay, I would stake my life on her constancy!" Pausanias cried out, distracted. But remembering the Queen's presence, he turned to her in excuse, exclaiming, "Forgive me, if in my anger I plead too strongly the cause of one who is absent and defenceless." "Nay, you waste your breath, Pausanias, for the frail creature, failing to ensnare Alexander, now aims, as Amyntas says, to enmesh the King in her lascivious wiles." "No! I would not believe such a thing were she herself to proclaim it!" Pausanias screamed in a frenzy, forgetful of the deference due the Queen. " 'Tis true, nevertheless, and the camp but voices common knowledge," Olympias answered coldly, hiding the shame and rage Amyntas' declaration evoked. "No, nothing less than supplanting Mace- donia's Queen will still the cravings of her mad ambition. Others have not been so aspiring, but she would pluck me bodily from the throne, caring 48 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE not who suffers, be it friend or lover," she went on, seeking to stir the other's anger. "If what you aver be true, I will strangle her with my own hands ere she shall commit so gi-eat a sin, for she is mine, mine, and all the gods of high 01}Tnpus shall not snatch her from me!" Pausanias raved, burying his face in his hands. "Then you love the fickle creature?" the Queen inquired, as if hitherto ignorant of the fact. "She is my blood, my heart, my life, pledged to me since her very childhood, as Attains knows, and if Philip be ignorant of it I will instantly go to him, for not even he shall thus trespass upon my honour and happiness." "Restrain your passion, Pausanias, for if a sus- picion of what you say were to reach his ears, your life would pay the forfeit," the Queen cautioned, but not as if displeased with the other's speech. "I care not for Philip in such thing, more than a common man. Deprived of my kingly rank, I will not brook further wrong without my vengeance being quenched in his lustful blood." "Nay, you will think better of it after a night's sleep," the Queen answered lightly, "and at the wedding be first to kiss the new Queen's hand and wish her joy; for love in ]\Iacedonia dies in the hearts of men, Pausanias, when the King smiles upon their mistresses." Q UEEN OL Y MP I AS 49 "My love may die, oh Queen, but another passion will take its place; a hate that will grow stronger till drowned in the King's blood. If such speech cost me my life, I do not ask to have it hidden," he cried, his face livid with passion. "Nay, fear not that I, your Queen, will betray you; and glad I am that there is one Macedonian whose love of honour is greater than his craving for place or preferment," she soothed, smiling upon him. "And you will aid me in preventing this foul wrong?" Pausanias pleaded. "No, I cannot promise aught against the King's will, but your just wrong enlists my tender sym- pathy. There," she went on, restraining him, "say not another word, but when you have thought further of the matter come to me, and perhaps some way out of the difficulty may be contrived. Mean- while keep your own counsel, nor breathe aloud speech so fraught with peril to your life;" saying which she gave him her hand as if in friendship and protection. Then turning to Amyntas, who had listened, amazed and delighted, to all that had been said, she went on: 'Pausanias will see that you lack no attention in our power to bestow. Go with him, and when you have refreshed yourself, hasten to proclaim the names of the stricken in battle, that the agony of those who wait may not be needlessly prolonged," and inclining her head the masterful 50 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE Queen continued on her way, followed by her at- tendants. "So the enchantress Cleopatra shot her bolt at you, Pausanias, ere she let fly at Alexander, and now more successfully against the ever-willing King?" Amyntas sneered, pretending like the Queen to hear for the first time of the other's in- fatuation. "I thought you wiser, my friend, than to be caught by so shallow a wanton." "Wanton, say you!" the other shouted. "Why not?" "Now, by the gods, thou spineless creature, thou shalt answer with thy life for so foul a word," Pausanias screamed, drawing his sword and rush- ing upon Amyntas. "Nay, I did not dream you were so tender," Amyntas scoffed, waving him away. "I care not what you dreamed! Draw, coward, or I will kill you where you stand !" Pausanias cried, rushing upon him. Backing away, Amyntas drew his sword, crying out as he parried the other's furious thrust : "Calm yourself, Pausanias, I swear I meant not to offend you." "I care not what you meant — defend vourself — 'tis your life or mine." "Are you mad, you fool?" Amyntas cried, beat- ing him off. QUEEN OLYMPIAS 51 "Yes, mad, mad, mad!" Pausanias raved, strik- ing at random, his eyes half closed with the frenzy that possessed him. Springing to one side Amyntas struck the other's sword from his trembling hand, crying out with soothing speech: "Quiet your mad rage, Pausanias, for I would not harm you !" "I will accept naught from you!" the other screamed, rushing on the Prince's sword. But letting his weapon fall, Amyntas clasped him in his arms, exclaiming: "Why die like a coward, Pausanias, while he who wrongs you goes free?" Exhausted, sobbing, his pride crushed, the wretched man made no answer nor sought further to harm his companion, but lay broken and trem- bling in his arms. "Out on thee, thou ^^'eakling ! Know you not the King would hail thy death a boon, Pausanias, leav- ing him free to gratify his passion unhindered?" Amyntas went on, seeking to stir the other's pas- sion. Listening, dazed and forlorn, the imhappy man looked up with vacant eyes and ashen face, mutter- ing: "Yes, yes, I'll live, Amyntas, live to avenge myself and those who, like me, have suffered from his brutish passions!" and taking up his sword like a 52 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE man half awake, the sorrowing wretch stumbled from the room. In this way, and through the pride and jealousy of the outraged Queen and the despair of Pausanias, was the first step taken that was destined to lead to such vast consequences to Macedonia and its royal family. CHAPTER VI CLEARCHUS Greatly disturbed over Amyntas' revelations concerning the plot to make Cleopatra Queen, Olympias sought her room where she was surprised to find her favourite attendant, a maid of gentle birth, lying prostrate on the floor, overwhelmed with grief. Bending over the young girl with tender sympathy, she asked: "Why do you weep, child? Is it for some friend, or lover perchance, stricken in the great battle?" "I weep not for one lost in battle, gracious Queen," the other replied, sobs choking her utter- ance. "For what do you grieve?" the Queen asked, perplexed. "For my brother, Medius." "What cause have you to weep for him, the favourite of the court?" "For his foul and cruel murder," the other answered, striving to stay her tears. "Medius, your brother, murdered!" the Queen cried, supporting the maid in her arms. "Yes, oh Queen." "It is impossible, child." "No, 'tis as I say." 53 54 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Murdered! By whom?" the Queen questioned in disbelief. "By the Prince Amyntas." "Surely you must be mistaken, for he has but just now reached the palace." "It was as the troop approached the city, oh Queen," the other explained. "It cannot be, child, for I have but just come from him and he said naught of such happening." "But 'tis true, for I have it from one who saw him strike my brother down, all unprepared," the maid cried, a fresh outburst of grief overwhelming her. "Art sure, child?" "Yes." "What grudge had he against the gentle youth, that he should commit so foul a crime?" the Queen exclaimed but half convinced, pondering on the incident and its strangeness. "I know not, gracious Queen, nor did he kill him in a fair combat, but treacherously, ere Medius could raise his hand in defence of his life." Assured at last that she spoke the truth, the Queen presently dismissed her and calling a page bade him seek Clearchus, the officer in charge of the detachment under Amyntas, and bring him to her without delay. "There are other things besides this murder that I would learn from lips less pliant than those of CLEARCHUS 55 Amyntas, the cold and calculating sycophant !" she cried, when left alone, striding back and forth like an enraged lioness. "Why did he say naught to me of this cowardly crime?" she went on, with rising anger. "Oh, he presumes too much on his exalted birth, and were I King he should not live an hour to threaten the throne and Alexander's peaceful succession !" While thus meditating, her heart filled with rage and distrust, the page returned, accompanied by Clearchus, who had that moment reached the fort- ress. "Welcome back to Pella, good friend, and with no new wounds, I hope, to attest your devotion to the King and his august son?" the Queen smiled, with gracious favour, giving her hand to the hardy soldier. "With not so much as a scratch to attest my love, please you, oh Queen," Clearchus laughed, raising her hand to his lips. "You are tired and worn with the long march, and I was over hasty, I fear, in sending for you ere you had refreshed yourself," the Queen excused, remarking his soiled armour and pale face. "The favour of the Queen is both meat and drink to those who are so happy as to serve her." "Ah, Clearchus, I fear our soft-spoken courtiers have corrupted your honest speech. But come," she smiled, drawing him to a seat beside her, "let 56 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE us talk, and not as Queen and subject, but as one good friend to another. But first drink this wine, in which we will pledge the health of the King, and after him, the Prince." "No, together, not apart, now and always, oh Queen !" Clearchus protested, draining the cup. "Another goblet, Clearchus, for that did but wash the dust from your parched throat. Nay, you shall not have less than the King's portion, and Philip, when worn, will not stay with less than a skin of wine." "The great bull's horn, from which all drank when I was young, has lost much in size these years," Clearchus chuckled, eying the diminutive goblet as he emptied it at a draught. Filling the cup anew, she went on, resting her hand affectionately on his arm : "Now that you are refreshed, tell me, Clearchus, what mean these cruel stories flying about the court?" "What stories, oh Queen ?" Clearchus asked, pro- fessing ignorance. "The story of Medius' quick and cruel death at Amyntas' hand?" "What would you have me say, gracious Queen?" Clearchus answered, as if surprised at her question. "I would have you answer as 'tis in your heart to do." "I dare not, oh Queen, lest I give offence," he evaded, simulating a fear he did not feel. CLEARCHUS S7 "Dare not, when I, your Queen, bid you speak?" "The Prince is high in favour, and the King, as you know, looks with displeasure on all who say aught against him." "In common things it may be, but not in affairs so inexcusable as this." "Let Amyntas be interrogated, I pray you, for 'tis no.t fit that I, a common man, should meddle in so grave a matter." "Speak, I command you!" the Queen demanded, with imperious voice, "and if aught follows, I will bear the blame." " 'Tis true, then, exalted Queen," Clearchus re- lated, with seeming reluctance, "that Medius was cruelly stricken by Amyntas, as has been told." "What excuse did he give for the cowardly deed?" "That Medius was a traitor and had spoken foully of both King and Prince." "That cannot be, for the Prince has written me but lately concerning the youth's courage and fidelity." "Yes, Alexander loves and trusts him and this I know." "Did Medius say aught before he died? Speak, Clearchus," she went on, impatiently, as the other hesitated; "for you shall conceal no part of the horrid deed." 58 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Reviving after the cruel stroke, he said, in ex- cuse, that Amyntas struck him in the heat of pas- sion ; but in the same breath bade me watch over the King and Prince, saying danger threatened them. Oh, he was basely stricken and without cause," Clearchus cried, his anger flaming at remembrance of the deed; "or, if cause there was it concerned some treachery of Amyntas." 'I can well believe it; and was the youth struck down without warning, as I am told?" "Yes, lightning could not have been more sudden or startling as we looked on, thinking no harm." "The stroke was not to punish, Clearchus, but to hide some treasonable act of the past upon the part of him who gave it, as time will surely disclose," the Queen declared, pondering on the other's words. "It appeared as if given in a passion to satiate the rage that filled Amyntas' heart because of sup- posed wrongs done him, and this I gathered from Medius' excuse of the act." "Dying, the youth bade you look to the safety of the King and Alexander ?" she questioned. "Yes, and with such beseeching eyes and tremour of voice that I must believe he indeed thought some grave peril threatens them." "I would to the gods it were true in Philip's case, and that the blow might quickly fall," she cried with flushed face. CLEARCHUS 59 "What! the King to whom Macedonia owes so much ?" Clearchus protested, shocked at her speech. "Yes, the King; but I waste breath for he hath a charmed Hfe, otherwise he had long since been slain by those he has betrayed." "He hath many enemies, but daring all, still lives to lead our armies to victory," Clearchus praised, devoted to both King and Prince. "I speak not of his kingly acts," the Queen scowled. " 'Tis for Alexander I fear," the Queen went on with anxious face, "for, like his father, he is indifferent to danger, shrugging his shoulders with disdainful pride if one but mention it to him." "Both King and Prince contemplate such things as the eagle looks forth upon the clouds that gather far beneath him ; and 'tis a manly disdain, oh Queen, and such as becomes soldiers and kings," Clearchus answered, sententiously. "Thus the rulers of Macedon have ever scorned the dangers that menace them, and so not one has died this htmdred years without suspicion of griev- ous wrong." "Nor would precaution have availed them, oh Queen, for such is the fate of men whose heads o'ertop all others. Lightning strikes the heights, not the worms that hug the ground," Clearchus responded, simply. "You know not my fear for Alexander after Medius' warning," she resumed with sorrowful voice. 6o ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Surrounded by friends you have no cause to fear," Clearchusi consoled. "Can we tell friend from foe? Oh, I would you were near him, Clearchus, to guard him from the assassin's stroke," she moaned. "I would I were, oh Queen, for here I am en- tombed like a rat in an empty cupboard, not having even a bone to gnaw." "Would it please you then to join the Prince?" "As food pleases a hungry man." "But you are weary and sore from your long ride." "A soldier of Philip is never weary," Clearchus boasted. "Have you no orders from the King, nothing that would prevent your rejoining the Prince ?" she questioned, her eyes lighting up. "None ; and if you but give the word I will be on the road ere daylight," he cried, elated. "Could you find him, think you, if it should hap- pen that he has already set out from Athens on his return to Pella?" "With my eyes shut, for the road he will take a blind man might follow." "And you could start tonight, or were you merely boasting, Clearchus ?" she queried, her voice plainly beseeching him to confirm his previous words. "Yes, ere the moon has risen, and that I would wish to do lest a trap be set and I fall into it un- awares, as Medius did," Clearchus grinned. CLEARCHUS 6i "Let it be tonight, then," she pleaded, caressing his hand; "but take with you only approved men, those known to Alexander ; and make haste, sparing neither man nor beast. When you have found him, let your excuse be that his mother wished to send him a message of greeting and love. That will suffice, and he need know nothing of your errand lest he refuse the proffer and send you to join the King," she concluded, her face aglow at thought of thus furthering the Prince's safety. "I will not fail in delivering your message, nor lose time in setting out," Clearchus promised, rising to take his leave. Staying him with her hand, she added : "Conceal naught from him concerning Medius' fate, nor the warning of the gentle youth. Oh, the very air is charged with murder, and I tremble for my brave son, so fair and strong, and so tender to his afflicted mother. For he does love me, Clear- chus, I who suckled him at this breast now so full of grief ; and 'twas I who ever nursed him in sickness, encouraged him, loved him, trusted him, for my happiness blasted, all my life centred in him. But it was not always thus, as you know," she went on, tears flooding her careworn face ; "for I was happy in my young married life when Philip was obscure and poor. Then we were lovers, lovers, Clearchus ! But with his growing greatness, men encouraged him to sin, and women sought his presence, as the 62 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE slimy leech seeks the breast that is full of healthful blood. Thus his love died, and I, who was once mild and trustful, became, as the hated creatures swarmed about me, like a ferocious beast. They call me 'The Tigress' and well they may; but you knew me in my girlhood, Clearchus — a loving and gentle wife. Oh, I should have been born with a colder heart, a heart of stone, to wear so cruel a crown!" she sobbed, distracted. "But you have Alexander, oh Queen, and if it is true that men derive strength from their mothers, what may we not hope of him?" Clearchus an- swered soothingly, overcome, not knowing what to say. "He shares, too, in all Philip's greatness — for Philip is great — but has no part in the King's base appetites, the gods be thanked. Philip loves him not less than I, and has ever sought to build in him all that is exalted, and till now, the Prince has had naught to fear. But, when at Cheronea he broke the Theban ranks, outdoing his father, his great- ness stood revealed to all the world. Now, through jealousy and from fear, those who have little regarded him in the past, will seek his life. And Philip, too, will become estranged through his in- trigue with Cleopatra, seeing which the disaffected nobles, who haunt the court like famished wolves, will seek in every way to strike the young Prince down, and he, knowing no fear, will tread the CLEARCHUS 63 dangerous path with open visor and uncovered breast. He loves you, Clearchus; go to him that you may be near to shield him with your strength and cunning from the assassins who hide their weapons beneath the cloak of friendship. There, there, hasten, good friend, I have detained you too long ;" and clasping him about the neck, in an agony of anxiety and grief, the weeping Queen dismissed him. CHAPTER VII THE COMPANIONS — KNIGHTS OF ALEXANDER'S TIME Some days after the events related in the last chapter, a detachment of mounted troops, accom- panied by pack animals and slaves, was leisurely making its way toward the Thessalian plain, glimpses of which were discernible beneath the spreading oaks that cloaked the foothills of the Othrys mountains. The royal Prince, Alexander, was in command of the detachment, but of his exalted station there was no present thought, all distinction of rank being for the moment forgotten in the fullness of life and the romantic nature of the country through which they were passing. A body of the Companions served as the personal escort of the Prince. They were known as Com- panions of the King, men of incomparable valour, resembling in gallantry, horsemanship and arms the knights of the Middle Ages. In the prime of life, of noble birth and enlightened under- standing, they were the prototypes of the plumed cavaliers who centuries later followed Richard of England in the war of the Crusades, traversing it may be this selfsame path. Clad like them in complete mail, they were renowned for their 66 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE courage and feats of arms and on the march and in the strife of battle filled the place of greatest danger. Mingled with these gallants — for so they appeared with their waving plumes — was a group of royal pages in scarlet cloaks and feathered hats, the sons of lords and princes, whose office it was to wait upon the Prince, hold his weapons when he mounted his horse and watch by his bedside when he slept. On their way home from the Grecian war, happy in what they had done and having no thought to disturb their minds, the Companions who surrounded the Prince were gossiping, with free speech, on the astonishing event of the Per- sian embassy then on its way to Pella. "Can it be true that the Persian ambassadors sent in the first instance to Athens, disappointed in their quest, are now on their way to Pella?" Seleucus, a junior officer, destined to achieve eternal honour in the far off future, asked, turning to Hephestion, the intimate friend of the Prince. "Yes, they took their departure a week ago, de- signing to pass some time in Thebes on their way." "Did you hear aught of the Princess Roxana, who it is said accompanies her father, Oxyartes, an obscure Bactrian prince, chief of the embassy?" Nearchus, an officer of distinction, asked. "Yes, and among other things, that her beauty is so resplendent, and her smile so captivating, that the most insensible yield their hearts to her with- out a struggle." THE COMPANIONS 67 "That is a fiction not worth repeating, for every one knows that no Persian woman is permitted to uncover her face before the world," Ptolemy, a young officer, one day to found the royal house of Egypt, interposed with a laugh. "That may be, but the Princess is a Bactrian, you must know, and in her country the customs of the Persian court have little force; or, if they have, the dainty being, like the dames of Pella, will by no means suffer the glory of her beauty to be hid- den by a veil." "Where is this Bactria? I never heard of it be- fore," some one asked. " 'Tis a mountainous country on the farther rim of Eastern Persia, and more an ally than a subject province of the Great King." "A yellow people?" "No, white, and mostly shepherds and warriors, hardy, poor and high-tempered like our own peo- ple," Hephestion laughed. "And will the conquest of Persia take us that far?" Seleucus questioned, with a sly glance at the Prince. "Yes, if all its women be like Roxana," Ptolemy jested, amid general laughter. "And she surely accompanies the embassy to Pelk, you think?" Seleucus inquired, scanning his figure approvingly. 68 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Yes ; she and her father are inseparable, and it is whispered among the knowing ones in Athens that much of his diplomatic skill is due to her tact and happy suggestions." "Who has seen this enchantress, for I was told the embassy kept under cover of the Persian ships while waiting to see whether Philip or Demos- thenes would come off the victor ?" Nearchus ques- tioned, as if doubting all that had been said, "No Macedonian has seen her, but her beauty is the only thing talked about among the scented youths of Athens." "What know they of her beauty except from hearsay if she be hid away, as 'tis said?" "The embassy passed a week in Athens on its arrival, but when the presence of our army in Phocis became known, its members hid themselves on board their ships." "Persian like!" "Yes, and to the great disgust of the Athenian dandies, who aver that they never tired gazing into the Princess' eyes ; eyes of such depth and en- chantment of life that only the deep blue of the unfathomable sea can be compared to them in beauty and liquid splendour," Hephestion described, with mild enthusiasm. "What else do they say?" Eumenes, the King's secretary, interrogated, with simulated interest. THE COMPANIONS 69 "That, shading the resplendent orbs of violet blue, every witching eyelash has such charm that all speech is lost in contemplating its downward sweep." "And her mouth, romancer ?" "Its dainty upward curve, sure sign of an amia- ble heart, surpasses all others in loveliness, as do her eyes." "By the gods, Hephestion, the idlers of Athens are not lacking in imagination if they have little courage or enterprise in arms," Ptolemy com- mented. "Oh, I have not recounted the half," Hephestion went on mildly, as was his way, "for it was told me by ^Eschines that with bow and arrow the Princess can split a pomegranate at fifty paces, and with the javelin is as skilful as a Scythian nomad." "Oh ! Oh !" every one shouted in derision, yet believing it might be true. " 'Tis said she often accompanies her father in his forays, and the battle over, helps to bind up the wounds of friend and foe alike, and when 'tis done, falls to sobbing, overcome by the horror of it all." "A Macedonian maid might do the like," some one boasted. "And one time," Hephestion went on, "as her father tells it, she being with him in a battle with the Parthians, and he being desperately wounded, she supported him from the field and a safe dis- 70 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE tance being gained, dismounted and bound up his wounds, after which they continued their flight." "An Amazon!" "No, a goddess of love and war." "Of war, rather." "No, a maid of such soft heart that at Athens she fainted when they plunged the knife in the sacrificial victim." "How can that be? Do not the Persians sacri- fice to their gods?" "Not as we do, but by keeping alive on their altars, what they believe to be the sacred fire of heaven. On another day," Hephestion went on, "seeing the Athenians leading an ox, garlanded, to the place of sacrifice, the Princess begged the at- tendant to let the animal go free, offering him two darics for the favour." "Which he took, of course," some one laughed. "No, and when he refused she entered her chair in a rage and returning to the ship could never be induced to enter the city again." "Tell us, Hephestion, are you making this up as you go along, or is it true?" Nearchus cried out in disbelief. "Yes, 'tis as I say — and finally, 'tis said, she is the most beautiful woman in all Persia — save — " "Yes,— save?" "Save Statira, the Queen; but the exception is a mere compliment, 'tis believed, for it would not THE COMPANIONS 71 be well for any one in Persia to be called more beautiful than the reigning Queen." "Tut, tut, lads ! One would think there were no beautiful maids in Macedonia from the way you rave over this barbarian," Antigonus, a veteran officer, interposed, with some impatience. "Tell me," he went on abruptly, turning to Hephestion, "why the envoys go to Pella by land when they have ships at their disposal?" "The better to spy out the country, 'tis thought — and this at the suggestion of Mithrines, governour of Sardis, and one of their number." "I have heard him spoken of as a man much esteemed by the Persian King for his cunning and unscrupulous services," Antigonus commented. "They have had use for such agents at Athens and among the Asiatic Greeks; but now, Philip being victorious, the jackals must hereafter stalk their prey at Pella," Perdiccas, an officer of dis- tinction, scoffed. "Nor will they come empty-handed," Hephestion imparted, "but with the gold Demosthenes would have handled had Philip lost." "It would appear, then, that the embassy has two treasures, Roxana and the gold of the Persian King," Ptolemy laughed. "If the Princess be all they say, Hephestion, her father must be favoured by the gods beyond all other mortals," Seleucus, who was inclined to sentiment, murmured. 72 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Yes, in his daughter, but, unHke his fellows, he has scarce a daric to his name." "I had hoped every grandee was a mine of gold, for it appears we must look to them to replenish our empty purses, once Persia is gained," Ptolemy proclaimed, referring to the projected invasion. "And grant, ye gods," he went on, looking about him, "that not one of us is missing when the fat geese are plucked." " 'Tis time, for till now our campaigns have yielded little but scars and slaves hardly worth the holding, if I except the fat cities of Chalcidice," Seleucus complained, scanning his battered armour. "They say that the gold of Croesus, taken by Cyrus when Sardis fell two hundred years ago, is still untouched in the Persian treasury," Antigonus said, in reminiscent mood. "This Persia will be rich picking, and fill many a pocket emptied in Philip's service," Ptolemy, whose family had been impoverished by the wars, ex- claimed. "And of wine of fabulous age and richness, there is said to be no end," exclaimed Kleitus, a Compan- ion much given to drink and of whose tragic end- ing history has had so much to say that is irrele- vant and misleading. "By the gods," Seleucus cried, "I would I had a sip of it to slake my thirst." THE COMPANIONS 73 "And of the piled-up treasure hoarded by Persia's King I already behold my slaves bearing it to my tent," Ptolemy exclaimed, elated at the vision. "Is it for such things that you would make war on Persia — for such things that we dream of con- quest and empire?" the Prince, who had hitherto remained silent, mildly interposed, turning on the speaker. " 'Tis all a part of the glory," Ptolemy excused, disconcerted by Alexander's speech. "And as the King has taught us — by word and example," another added, under his breath. "Such part is the mere gluttony of conquest, the office of the wolf that follows the hunter, fattening on the entrails. The glory is in overcoming one as strong or stronger than yourself," the Prince resumed, but not unkindly. "And this glory Persia's conquest will afford you," Seleucus ventured. "Me! Say rather the King, for I shall have little part in it save, perhaps, to lead a detachment, or, maybe, a wing of the army," the Prince rejoined, as if not altogether content with the outlook. "How can that be, when he told us on the battle- field that you were the better general and the more worthy to command?" said Perdiccas. "His will be the credit." "But afterward?" 74 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "There is no afterward in such case," the Prince replied, with a gesture of impatience. "But you will at least share in the glory as at Cheronea." "Glory cannot be patched like a quilted cloak! No, I will achieve nothing, all I do being lost in a greater name. Better far to be a bowman in the ranks," he cried, "and by courage and skill win place and name — nay the very kingship itself, per- chance." "But after Persia there will be other worlds to conquer." "What is there worth the having save Persia? What glory would there be in overcoming half- savage Rome or cruel Carthage — traders and farmers, one and all ? No," he went on, "the glory is in conquering her who dominates the world, who makes mankind bow to her cruel yoke, treats all as common slaves. Other nations are like untanned skins to be beaten into pliancy with clubs and stones, not curbed with sword and spear." "If you may not conquer Persia you may govern it afterward," Antigonus ventured, as if that were enough for any man. "Yes, sit in a chair some one else has stuffed, attended by eunuchs and obsequious ministers! No; to be content to govern Persia one must first have conquered," Alexander answered with some heat, for fresh from the field of Cheronea and THE COMPANIONS 75 aflame with its fire, the young and ambitious Prince pictured naught as worthy of men's thoughts save the glory of conquest won on the field of battle. Happily this distorted view of life was to be changed, and that ere many hours, by an event destined to alter the current of his thoughts, and cause him to view the world less narrowly. But what the day had in store was a thing unknown, and to the Prince's last outburst there was no re- sponse, it being a discreet habit of those attached to his person to keep silent when the King's con- templated conquest of Persia was mentioned. Thus it was that the cavalcade presently continued on its way in silence, until approaching the border of the plain the Prince drew rein, exclaiming: " 'Tis the King's command, comrades, that we traverse the Thessalian plain in all the panoply of war — and this in compliment to the Tagus, and in honour of the Grecian heroes who in ages past have traversed this war-worn valley. Let us dismount, then, and don our armour that we may fulfill the King's wishes," he added, throwing himself from his horse. " 'Twill serve the better to spread the news of your approach, and so lead the Thessalians to show us some hospitality when we reach Larissa — a thing they might otherwise find it convenient to forget," Kleitus ventured, smacking his lips as if already enjoying the feast. 76 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "No, that I would avoid, and all other like demonstrations on our way," Alexander com- manded; "and to insure this and such privacy as may be possible let it be thought that some minor Prince of Macedonia is in command of the expe- dition, my identity being kept a secret." "And the name of this minor Prince?" Anti- gonus, who was precise in all things, interrogated. "Let it be Iskender," the Prince responded after a moment's pause, "and aptly enough, as it means the same in many countries," he added. Alexander, who was one day to shake the earth with the thunder of his battalions, was then at the beginning of his heroic career, but so great was the mould in which he was cast, and so transcendent his genius and high his courage and aspirations that already he was the hope of his country and its invincible army. Putting aside now the soft gar- ments he wore for the more cumbrous habiliments of war, his form displayed the graceful outlines of the courtier with the supple strength of the trained soldier. Above the ordinary height, his bearing was that of one accustomed to command, and to the conferring of distinction and honour upon those about him. Possessing a countenance naturally amiable and pleasing, it blended with the comely fullness of youth, outlines that would later in life display the strength that only the great of heart possess. THE COMPANIONS 77 His full lips, while indicating his imperious temper, showed also the qualities that cause men to love those about them and put trust in their affection and fidelity. His eyes, at once gentle and questioning, had the steadfast, unwavering look possessed by men whose exalted state constrains them to listen seriously, and ponder deeply on what they see and hear. Of liquid blue they possessed such tranquil softness when in repose that all men were led to remark their amiable expression. This will appear like a contradiction in one of so imperi- ous a temper to those who do not know that melt- ing eyes flash forth the fiercest fire when strife or rage stirs their possessor. His nose, which above every other feature indicates the hidden force of men, was high and aggressive, giving to his face, even as a youth, an air of commanding ■ majesty and strength ; a force, it may be truly said, that nothing could tire or divert. His forehead, noble in outline, receded sharply from its base to be lost in a wilderness of yellow hair that curled upward and backward in divergent masses over his shapely head, like the waving mane of an aroused lion. The arms and armour of the Prince, surprising as it may seem to those not familiar with such mat- ters, were like those of Alfred the Great, King of England, twelve hundred years afterward, except — 78 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE so slight was the difference — that chained mail had meanwhile been substituted for scale armour. His arms, like those of Richard of England, con- sisted of a straight two-edged sword of tempered metal, four feet in length ; a spear or thrusting-pike and a steel encased shield or buckler. The arms and armour of the Companions were in all respects the same as those of the Prince, save in jewelled richness. The front and flanks of the horses they bestrode were encased as in later days, in armour of effective pliancy and strength. Such were the arms and armour of the knights of Alexander's time. Apart, and some paces in the rear of the Prince and his companions, Clearchus followed, com- placent of countenance and at peace with himself and all the world. Riding hard, as the Queen had besought, he joined Alexander at Athens, and now, having achieved his errand, he bestrode his horse contentedly, adjusting its pace to the movements of those in advance. By his side, and as if in contrast, rode an aged man who, while he wore a helmet and gauntlets of steel with an affected air, looked, from his meagre form and pinched face, what he was — a pedagogue rather than a soldier. But if Lysima- chus, for such was his name, might not vie with Clearchus in deeds of valour, he was more than a match for that doughty soldier in fluency of speech and fervency of imagination. O 'yd. > n 'A THE COMPANIONS 79 "See !" he exclaimed, halting his horse, as Alex- ander drew reign on an eminence to view the fields of Thessaly, "the Prince, like a good soldier and a lover of the gods, stops to gaze upon the plain made sacred by the heroes who traversed it in ages gone. For here you must know, good Clearchus, within the compass of our sight, all the demigods of Greece have passed in the fullness of their glorious majesty." "I care not," Clearchus yawned, never much given to talk, and now, having his own thoughts — or what seemed to be thoughts — he desired to give them expression in this hour of idleness, a luxury rare in his busy life. "Over yonder verdant plain," the old man sniffed, not noticing Clearchus' tone or manner, "Achilles pursued his foe, and on that distant height his citadel reared its lofty battlements. And where we look. Phoenix taught him as a youth how to guide his steed, and, afterward, in predatory strife, the problems of the Trojan War," the old man con- cluded, puckering his lips as if much of what he disclosed was due to his telling it. "You admire this Achilles, I take it," Clearchus answered absently turning away, seeing nothing in the prospect to interest him. "Oh, you have no more sentiment than a pig, Clearchus — Hark !" the old man admonished, hold- ing up his withered hand, "can you not hear in the 8o ALEXANDER THE PRINCE moaning wind and sighing trees the far-resound- ing hoofs of horsemen, the clang of armour and the cries of men as they rise to heaven from yonder ensanguined plain, the scene of so much murderous strife in ages past?" "I hear naught save the croaking of frogs in yonder pool," Clearchus answered, pretending to listen. "Alas," Lysimachus went on, unmindful of Cle- archus' inattention, "these echoing mountains will never more resound with the glorious achievements of the mighty past and men must be content to recount Achilles' deeds, nor hope to equal them," the old man grieved, touching his sword as if it were an ornament merely. "Bah ! I'm sick of the name of Achilles ; a fiery, half-tamed savage, Lysimachus. Our Prince sends not his friends to death, but leads the way with uplifted sword," Clearchus responded, aroused. "Across yonder silent plain," Lysimachus crooned, disregarding the interruption, "Xerxes' myriad host, in panoply of war, proudly entered Greece, only later, in mad haste, to clog the moun- tain passes with their dead as they fled, disheart- ened, from the pursuing Greeks." "Xerxes, himself, being well in advance, like the prudent man he was." "From yonder harbour — " THE COMPANIONS 8i "Eye of Cyclops, cease thy babbling, Lysimachus, ere thou drivest me mad!" Clearchus protested, striving to draw away. "Much hard riding makes thy temper ungra- cious, Clearchus," the other replied, aggrieved, fol- lowing close after him. "No, 'tis thy clamorous tongue." "From yonder harbour," Lysimachus resumed, as if to an attentive listener, "Jason, with the brave Argonauts, set sail in search of the Golden Fleece, and from those beetling cliffs which you can plainly see Hercules and Perseus met their death," the old man croaked, his worn eyes fixed with melancholy interest on the historic plain of Thessaly. "And but a step away, such are our surroundings, brave Pelopidas fell, pursuing the Phersean tyrant amid the bristling pikes and gleaming swords of his dis- tracted army." "A hot head, Lysimachus. Our Prince will have more sense." "It may be, but he will pass like a shadow, doing nothing, for Philip will have garnered all the wheat ere he grasps the sickle." "The King is but ploughing the ground about the homestead for the Prince to sow ; and going far, fill the annals of all the world with the splendour of his exploits." "Ye gods, if that be true, 'twill be told in future ages that I, Lysimachus, taught him, as Phcenix 82 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE taught the mighty Achilles!" the aged pedagogue piped, with trembling voice. "It will be told of you, old man, that you loved and flattered him, but that he was taught strength and wisdom by the princely Leonidas and Aristotle, the plodding pedagogue." "I, not less, Clearchus ; I, not less, and if I sought to throw some sunlight across his young life, what was the harm?" Lysimachus pleaded, resentfully. "In that you did well, old man, for he should have been taught more follies in his youth; Leoni- das was too serious and thought only of his body and soldier's calling. The Prince should have been made to amuse himself, to love to parade Bucepha- lus before the beauties of the court, for they are far fitter company for a youth just creeping into man- hood than the world-wise Aristotle, or the crabbed soldier, Leonidas. The Prince is too old, Lysima- chus, too old, dreaming of conquests when he should be thinking how to make himself attractive to some sweet maiden," Clearchus lamented. " 'Tis the burden he bears, not his training, Cle- archus, that gives him the air of being old; for sorrow is the heritage of those who rule the men and women of Macedonia, and guard them against the savage people on our borders. When every cup may poison, and every cloud of smoke foretell the invasion of a barbarous foe, can one expect our rulers to look otherwise ? It is these things, Clear- THE COMPANIONS 83 chus, that lead the King to seek, in wine and the companionship of bibbers and women, partial for- getfulness, and if Alexander's laughter sometimes rings with the sombre thoughts of men who have much to expect and more to fear, no one can wonder at it." "What think you our fiery Prince would be were he once touched by love — by the witchery of a fair face?" Clearchus laughed, tickled with the thought. "He would be a poet in very truth, for thus his mind inclines when rooted out of its isolation and brooding aims." "And 'tis thus you regard him, say what you will, Lysimachus, though you call him Achilles." "He has a heart like other men, and once touched by love's idolatry, its enchantment would carry him to the boundaries of the earth; but you think of him, Clearchus, only as a soldier, born to cut and hew men." "What else is there worthy of a ruler ? That is their real business if they would add something to their patrimony and leave a name for men to talk about!" Clearchus growled, turning away, wearied with so much profitless talk. CHAPTER VIII THE FORAY Behind the Prince and his immediate retinue of Companions and pages, as they resumed the hne of march, followed a squadron of light cavalry armed with sword, spear and buckler. Succeeding them were groups of bowmen, javelin men and slingers of different nationalities, presenting a highly picturesque appearance in their native cos- tumes. These were followed by a heterogeneous mass of soldiers whose time of service had expired and who now availed themselves of the cover o£ Alexander's arms to regain their native country. Bringing up the rear in wild confusion, there came what Clearchus called the Hungry Horde, made up of slaves — servitors of the Companions and sol- diers — vagrants, wandering minstrels, conjurers, acrobats, strolling players, and the riff-raff that attached itself to the movement of armies in ancient times. Reaching the edge of the forest, Alexander halted before descending into the spreading plain, to again survey the picturesque scene spread out before them. "Eye of Cyclops, night will overtake us ere the sluggards reach a camping place," Clearchus 85 86 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE grumbled impatiently, as he sat his horse far in the rear. "What place could be more fit than this ?" Lysim- achus piped, viewing the quiet landscape with tran- quil unconcern. "For you, none, old man; but for horses and common men, water as well as wood is needed," Clearchus snarled, in bad humour — "but what's in the wind?" he added abruptly, lifting himself in his seat and staring forward. "See! the young war-dogs scatter in hot haste as if a battle were impending and the troops rallying for a charge!" he cried spurring forward to the side of the Prince. "You come in good time, Clearchus," Alexander exclaimed, as the other joined him. "What make you of yonder body of men, sheltering themselves as if in hiding behind the cluster of wild fig trees?" he went on, indicating a point some distance away. " 'Tis a body of heavy cavalry, Prince, as you can see from the glint of their lances in the failing sun- light," Clearchus answered, after a moment's scrutiny. "And standing at arms in close array, their weapons projecting as if waiting a signal to charge," the Prince added. "Eye of Cyclops, 'tis an ambuscade!" "Planned to entrap us had we descended by the beaten road," Alexander added, scanning the dis- tant body. THE FORAY 87 "From whence come they, for there's not an armed man in all northern Greece?" Clearchus queried, perplexed. "They are not men, but the sombre shades of those stricken in battle on this plain in ages past, now returned to earth to array themselves again in the panoply of war," Lysimachus, who had joined the group, interposed, with blanched face and quavering voice. "Not shades, Lysimachus," Alexander laughed, "but Theban soldiers, as their weapons show, fugi- tives from Cheronea, marshalled anew on this his- toric field to give us battle." "By heavens, I did not give them credit for so much spirit," Clearchus grunted. " 'Tis a brave thought in them, and it shall not be said that we declined the challenge," and turn- ing to Seleucus, the Prince called out : "Hasten to Perdiccas, and bid him lose no time in bringing for- ward the troops marshalled for battle!" "We shall need every man if my eyes are not weakened by age," Clearchus said, scanning the hidden enemy. "How many do they number, think you?" the Prince asked, turning anew to the Theban troop. "Fifty lochus of sixteen men each, though the files are sadly crumbled." "Thrice our number !" 7 88 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "I would there were as many more," Clearchus rejoined, boastfully, forgetful of what he had said a moment before. "Do not despise an enemy ere you strike a blow, Clearchus; and that we may accord them the re- spect due to brave men, do you take a troop of Horse ahd keeping within the shadow of the trees hasten with all speed to the beaten road, and having reached it, descend into the open plain as if un- conscious of their presence." "Yes, Prince." "When the Thebans charge, as they will, on your nearing their place of concealment, fall back as if surprised, and as they follow in hot pursuit, we will attack them on the flank, and breaking their formation have them at a disadvantage," Alex- ander directed, as if planning a spectacle. "A trap, and to my liking — save the order to fall back." " 'Twill be for a moment only, for at the sound of the horn as we charge you will wheel and attack them in front," Alexander directed, pointing to the spot where Clearchus was to descend into the open plain. "But — hold Prince — God of our fathers — what spectacle is that?" Clearchus cried, pointing to a body of mounted men clothed in strange garments who had suddenly emerged from the forest at the point where he was to make his sally. THE FORAY 89 "A band of mountebanks and strolling players following the army to gather the wealth of the re- turning soldiers, nothing more," Ptolemy explained with a laugh. "No ! Actors do not travel in such state in these war-worn days, but obscurely and afoot or on half- starved asses," the Prince said, scanning the caval- cade. " 'Tis the remnant of Xerxes' host ; phantoms of the past, not men of flesh and blood," Lysimachus croaked, his face white with superstitious fear. "See you not the lumbering camels and Persian horsemen with their prancing steeds and waving plumes? Stir not for your life, sweet Prince, for the plain swarms with the shades of those long dead, against whom arms will avail you nothing." "Peace, Lysimachus, they are not phantoms, but members of the Persian Embassy on their way to Pella ; and 'tis for them, not us, Clearchus, that the Theban ambush was planned," Alexander ex- plained, noting the picturesque array and brilliant dress of the Persian nobles and their escort as the cavalcade emerged into the full light of the open plain. "Yes, and see, the outlaws, impatient of the spoil, are preparing to charge!" Clearchus exclaimed, as the Persian cavalcade neared the grove behind which the Thebans lay concealed. 90 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "And to repel which the Persians can offer little opposition," Alexander added, as he sent a page scurrying to hasten forward the lagging troops. "See, Prince, the Persians have discovered the trap and group their numbers to form a defence!" Clearchus shouted. To this Alexander made no reply, but wheeling and facing his escort, cried out with impassioned voice : "Comrades, a band of Theban outlaws, fugitives from Cheronea, attack the Persian ambassadors on their way to Pella! Refusing the peace, and disturbers of the country, they deserve no quarter ! Charge in the King's name and spare not!" and, driving his spurs deep into the flanks of his horse, he shot like an arrow into the plain below. The waiting troops, cheering the spectacle, responded with one voice, and in a moment the hitherto peace- ful plain resounded with the clang of arms and the thunder of the Companions, who led the charge with protruding spears. "Hold, nor attack in advance. Prince!" Clear- chus cried, as he strove in vain to keep pace with Alexander. " 'Twould be a foolish thing," he went on, petulantly, "to die before your time at the hands of a Theban outlaw!" To this the Prince made no answer, but kept on his way, Bucephalus, as if scenting the battle, increasing in speed with every stride ; and soon all THE FORAY 91 those who followed were left far behind save Cle- archus, who, better mounted than the others, kept near his master's side. Meanwhile, making- such defence as the surprise and their small number permitted, the Persian noblemen faced their enemies with courageous front; but unavailingly, for the Thebans, swarm- ing about them on every side, quickly beat down their jev/elled scimitars and so had them at their mercy. Further than this the outlaws did the Persians little harm, designing, it was apparent, to take them captive for ransom, or, this not forth- coming, for such punishment as Theban cruelty could devise. ^\'hile thus engaged, amid frightful cries and the clash of arms, Alexander, approaching unobserved, charged the now disorganized and surprised out- laws at topmost speed, crying, " For King and Macedon !" Beating down in his mad rush all who impeded his course, he reached the trembling dromedaries, bearers of the embassy's treasures, about which the turmoil centered. Clearing a space with his long and sweeping blade, he struck down a stalwart Theban who sought to tear apart the closed canopy that surmounted the back of one of the frightened animals in his front. As the Theban fell, a woman's hand parted the silken cur- tain and Alexander saw, not heaped-up treasures, as he had thought, but the face of a gentle maid in 92 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE whose pale and agitated features despair and fixed resolve were clearly shown. Beholding the Prince and the stricken Theban, her face lighted, and, holding out her arms in unconscious impulse, a jewelled poniard dropped harmlessly from her outstretched hand. Not long he gazed, for the enraged Thebans, overcoming their quick surprise, rushed in anew, raining blow on blow on his buckler and steel-clad armour; but protected in part, by the cowering dromedary, he parried with shield and sword the savage thrusts that sought to beat him down. While thus beset, a Theban, watching his chance, raised his sword to strike the Prince, when Clear- chus, forcing his way with ponderous blows to Alexander's side, observing the action, caught the descending blade upon his own. Raising his weapon in turn, he severed the robber's uplifted arm, the unused weapon falling to the ground, still grasped in the stiffened hand. "You did more than that for me at Cheronea, Prince," the veteran chuckled, defending himself in turn. " 'Twas a brave stroke, Clearchus," Alexander cried, as he parried a blow with his buckler, and, leaning forward, pierced the breast of a Theban officer who threatened him with his sword. "A merry fight. Prince, a merry fight," Clear- chus roared, as his ponderous blade cleft the skull THE FORAY 93 of an enemy who threatened him. "What, thou wine-tub," he went on, whirling in his seat, as a Theban, with face aflame with wine, menaced him from the side, "I would I might spare thee — for Bacchus' sake," he jeered, bringing his sword down on the casque of the outlaw as the latter crowded forward to avenge his comrades. Thus the Prince and Clearchus maintained their ground, cutting and thrusting as the Thebans crowded hard upon them; but presently, Hephes-- tion joining them, the three fighting shoulder to shoulder were able to make headway against the fierce onslaught of the enemy. While thus hotly engaged, the blare of the Macedonian bugles ap- prised them that aid was near, and the Thebans, hearing the trumpets and the fierce war-cry of the charging troops, believing Philip's whole army was upon them, turned and fled in wild disorder. Freed from his assailants, Alexander's eyes again sought the silken howdah; and now its cur- tains were thrown apart, and from out their folds the frightened maid looked down, her eyes filled with tears of thankfulness. Greeting him with a radiant smile, she snatched the veil from about her head and threw it to him, as if constrained to afford her deliverer some instant token of her gratitude. Grasping it as it fluttered to the ground, he raised his visor, and bowing in homage as if to a queen upon her throne, cried out: "Thou hast nothing 94 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE further to fear ; the arms of the King guard thee !" saying which, and again saluting her, he turned and lifted his sword as a signal to pursue the flying foe, he himself leading the charge. Nor needed they such command, for following swiftly on, their hearts filled with rage, they cut deep and wide into the Theban ranks, sparing none. In this way the pursuit continued as the day waned, the outlaws turning again and again as they saw the small num- ber of the pursuing foe; but their courage proving of no avail against the onrush of the Macedonians, they resumed their flight, until at last, reaching a dark and tangled forest, they were lost in its gloomy depths. Trumpeting the recall, the Macedonians gathered about the Prince; and raising the paean of victory, the exultant soldiers took up their line of march for the night camp, the fires of which showed far away against the now darkened sky. CHAPTER IX THE CAMP-FIRES As Alexander neared tlie camp on his return from pursuit of the Theban outlaws, a great out- cry was heard on one side, where a blazing fire shot high in the summer sky. " 'Tis the hungry horde, and with full stomachs and empty heads, by the sound," someone ventured. "They raided the Theban camp ere you had gone half a mile, and so have both supped and drank," Lysimachus, who had gone out to meet the Prince, explained, with a chuckle. "Then they have fared sumptuously, for while a Theban will die without outcry, he cannot abide hunger or thirst, and so travels with a full larder however hard pressed he may be in other direc- tions," Clearchus responded, thinking with some compassion of the outlaws wandering in the forest without supper or bed. 'T'll warrant you the wine is strong — and I would I had a sip of it, for my throat's as dry as the Athenian treasury," Seleucus murmured, as the voices of the revellers reached them, chanting an ancient hymn of Bacchus. "If you are athirst, let us make greater haste, for the Persian grandee, Oxyartes, in thankful mood, 9S 96 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE has sent to the camp a dozen skins of his choicest wine, a drop of which I ventured to taste ere set- ting out," Lysimachus said, wetting his parched lips. Hearing him, and word of the abundance being presently conveyed to the worn and thirsty soldiers, there was a joyful shout, and Alexander, heeding it, stirred his steed to greater speed, observing which those who followed clapped spurs to their horses and in an instant all discipline was forgot- ten in a mad race for the camp. This they found fixed by the attendant slaves near a mountain stream, and anticipating an early return of the pursuing troops, fires were burning and every preparation made for the evening meal of salt meat, barley cakes, cheese, olives, and onions, the field ration of the Macedonian army. Reaching the camp, the soldiers sprang from their horses, and throwing their bridle-reins to the waiting slaves, the worn riders lost no time in attacking the boun- tiful repast, washing down the strong food with copious draughts of Oxyartes' wine. And pres- ently, their hunger being appeased, laughter and joyful song followed, hardly less boisterous than that which still sounded from the camp of the hungry horde. "There's nothing like a battle, Lysimachus, and a stubborn pursuit to give one an appetite," Clear- chus remarked, complacently, as he drained his THE CAMP-FIRES 97 goblet. " 'Tis far better than watching sheep amid the mountains of Macedonia," he went on, reflect- ively, thinking of the hardships of his youth. To this the old man made no response, save to smack his lips as he emptied his goblet afresh. "Do you know, Lysimachus," Clearchus went on, meditatively, "I could love the Thebans for their appetite and parched throats if they were less filthy and regarded the truth more." Receiving no re- sponse to this sage comment, he turned to his com- panion and to his surprise found him already far gone with intoxication. Springing to his feet, he cried out: "Come, old man, we must be off. No! eye of Cyclops, not another drop," he cried, empty- ing Lysimachus' goblet on the ground. "Be not so impatient, Clearchus, we have ridden hard and fought valiantly and are entitled to some indulgence," Lysimachus protested, as if having participated in the strife. "Yes, but in reason, old man. Now we must to the Prince, who will be furious at your long ab- sence," Clearchus added, facetiously. "Yes, he is always put out when I am absent, and though the pace tires, I make it a point never to distress him with complaints," the old man boasted, with a silly smile. " 'Tis good-natured you are, but now for a brisk canter in the night air," and putting his arms about Lysimachus, lifted him to his horse. 98 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE Alexander, meanwhile, on reaching- the camp, had lost no time in visiting the wounded, and mak- ing such provision for their comfort as their needs required. Coming to the tent of Hephestion, he was surprised to find him lying outstretched on a cot, his head and neck swathed in bandages. Between these two, one self-willed and of imperi- ous temper, and the other gentle and tolerant, there had existed from childhood the tenderest affec- tion — an affection destined to continue as long as they lived. Others Alexander honoured and treas- ured; Hephestion he loved, seeming to find in his society the restfulness his high and adventurous nature craved. Seeing the Prince return unharmed, the wounded man held out his hands in welcome, his eyes expressing the pleasure he felt. "God of gods, Hephestion, you are hurt?" Alex- ander cried, in fear, bending over the drawn face of his friend. "My wound is only skin deep and will be well within the week," the other answered, with a smile. "I missed you in the pursuit, but thought you had stayed behind to still the Persian fright," Alex- ander said, scrutinizing the other's wound. "No, I sought to follow, but ere I had gone the length of my horse, I toppled over, falling to the ground like the weakling I am." "You are no weakling, Hephestion, else I am one, for nothing that I have done but you might THE CAMP-FIRES 99 have done better. But what leech bound up your wounds?" Alexander asked, examining the wrap- pings with the eyes of a soldier. "A woman, and such a one as never before bound up the hurts of stricken men on Grecian soil," Hephestion said; his face flushing at the recol- lection. "A woman!" Alexander cried, thinking his mind wandered. "Yes, nor could you guess who she is in a year's time." "I was never good at solving riddles," Alex- ander muttered, gazing with concern upon his wounded friend. " 'Tis no riddle at all, for my nurse was no other than the Persian Princess." "Roxana!" Alexander cried out, thinking of the maid who looked down on him from the silken can- opy, and wondering if it were she. "Yes, and so soft was her touch, and so sweet the perfume of her presence, that my wound lost its sting in the delight of being ministered to by so gentle a hand." "Which was she — the maid who watched from the dromedary beside which we fought?" Alexan- der asked, his face flushing at the recollection. "Yes; nor is there another like her in all the world," Hephestion said, his face aflame. loo ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "How did it happen that she attended you?" Alexander asked, disturbed, he knew not why, by the other's praise of the fair maid. "I only know that when I opened my eyes as I lay prostrate on the ground, she was bending over me and searching out my hurt; and when I would have protested, she bade me keep my peace, and this with many expressions of satisfaction that it was no worse. Her task completed, she tarried not, but hastened to minister in like manner to my compan- ions who had been wounded in the fight. Nor did she cease until all were cared for; then, smiling upon us as we lay watching her, she waved her hand and hastened to attend to the wants of her own people. Oh, it was a vision such as man never saw on battlefield before — nor will again," Hephes- tion whispered, raising his eyes to heaven, as if offering a prayer. "You say truly, Hephestion, for I myself beheld the gentle creature as she looked down from the back of her dromedary — and now not less plainly than then," he added, under his breath. "But rest here till I return, for I must no longer delay wel- coming the ambassadors of the Great King in the name of our august master," and embracing He- phestion, he mounted his horse and set out to per- form the visit of ceremony as he said. As Alexander neared the camp of the embassy, arrayed in glistening armour, the more supersti- THE CAMP-FIRES loi tious among them cried out, on beholding him in the uncertain Hght, that it was an apparition; but, seeing him more closely, the Persians raised a shout, and, abandoning their tents, hastened to greet him with cries of welcome. Oxyartes, the chief of the embassy, losing control over himself on seeing the Prince, pushed his way through the excited throng, and throwing himself on his knees beside Alexander's horse, cried out with broken voice : "Saviour of my people, accept our greeting and expressions of eternal gratitude." "You owe me no thanks, good friend, for I but did what the King would have commanded, in dis- charging his vengeance on the outlawed band," Alexander said, stirred by the abandon of the other. "Nay, 'tis to you we are beholden, and for myself I owe you more than life, and so it is that my words but poorly express the throbbing of my heart," Oxyartes exclaimed, shuddering at the fate that would have overtaken his daughter had she fallen into the hands of the Theban outlaws: "Your followers, most noble Iskender," Oxyartes continued, "have acquainted me with your name and exalted rank, and as such I beg to address and thank you." Hearing him, Lysimachus, who had followed with Clearchus, cried out indignantly: I02 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Ye gods, can it be that there lives a man after Cheronea who could mistake Alexander for another ?" "Hush, babbler, men are but moles and know not when the sun shines," Clearchus said, with a dry laugh. "And you, if I mistake not, are Oxyartes, charged with the Persian embassy to Philip, King of Macedon," Alexander exclaimed, in response to Oxyartes' words, esteeming the other's misappre- hension as to his identity a most happy circvun- stance, relieving him as it did of the burden of his official rank in the embarrassing situation in which he now found himself. "Yes, most gracious Prince, and as such, and in the name of the great King, I crave your friendship and the hospitality of your countr}"-," Oxyartes said, bowing low. "The gods command us to be hospitable to stran- gers, and 'tis an obligation the King ever delights to honour," Alexander replied, smiling. "Thanks, noble Prince, we expected no less from your brave and exalted King. But come," Oxyartes went on, with amiable warmth, "honour our en- campment by dismounting that we may offer you some refreshment, of which you must stand in need after the conflict and hot pursuit." "Gladly, Prince, and in doing so I beg to antici- pate the wishes of the King by proffering you the cover of my escort for tlie remainder of your jour- THE CAMP-FIRES 103 ney, of which, in view of tonight's happenings, you may stand in some need," Alexander said, smiling upon the upturned faces about him. "I accept the gracious offer. Prince, if I may, without trespassing upon your kindness," Oxyartes answered, highly pleased. "We go direct to Pella, and so will be both accommodated and honoured by the trust." "In this meeting I see a happy chance, oh Prince, and a harbinger of success for my mission," Oxyartes exclaimed, with elated countenance; "for I come with offers of brotherly alliance and mes- sages of amity and love from my august master to the puissant King of Macedonia. And in the dis- charge of this mission I am happily favoured above all men; and now, because of what has occurred, I esteem the honour greater than before." "You are most kind, noble Prince, and the King, who will shortly return to Pella, will be glad to welcome you and make your stay at his capital notable for its hospitality," Alexander responded, evading any expression of opinion as to the result of Oxyartes' mission. "The gallantry of Philip's soldiers leads us to look forward to a happy sojourn in Pella. But ere we sup. Prince, I crave permission to present my daughter, that she may thank you in person for the preservation of our lives," Oxyartes said, look- ing toward Roxana's tent, within which she stood revealed by the light of flaming torches. CHAPTER X ALEXANDER AND ROXANA Placing his arm about Alexander in the most affectionate manner, Oxyartes directed his steps to Roxana's tent, which stood somewhat apart guarded by Macedonian soldiers. Observing Oxyartes' familiar manner, Lysimachus raised a doleful cry and would have rushed forward to reprove him for his breach of kingly etiquette had not Clearchus bade him be still and let the Prince choose his own time for making known his true rank. "Ye gods, that I should live to see an unwhole- some barbarian thus trespass upon the sacred per- son of our sovereign Prince !" Lysimachus groaned. "Peace, old man, the Persian is unconscious of offence and so there is none," Clearchus reproved. "Is it not an offence for him to lay hands on the person of our exalted Prince as if they were of equal rank and dignity?" "Oh, you have no sense, Lysimachus! Is Alex- ander to be soiled like a bit of dainty satin? By Cyclops' beard, were I the King you should ceiase to act thus or I would send you back to con your books, as unfit for his companionship." 105 io6 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "But what would Philip say if he saw himself thus demeaned in the person of his heir ?" "He would laugh, silly pedagogue, and wish the opportunity of such respite from the sycophants of the court were his. Eye of Cyclops," he contin- ued, "see how the Prince blushes before the fair maid! Was there ever another like him, Lysima- chus ? Why, 'tis twenty to one he wishes he had let the Thebans work their will rather than be forced into such close contact with the Princess, so shy is he of women." "I would he had if this Persian noble mend not his manners," Lysimachus growled. "Oxyartes is most amiable, and his daughter of such loveliness that if the Prince but see enough of her he will have other thoughts in his head than arms and conquests," Clearchus asserted, with a chuckle. "Look, Clearchus, she bends and kisses his hand in humble obeisance," Lysimachus cried, elated, his countenance lighting up at this deference shown the Prince. "Not that, but in wholesome gratitude," Clear- chus protested, "but come, let us not spy on them — • away to your tent, old man, while I look to the sentinels and make provision for the night," and, turning, he set off at a gallop, intent upon his duties. ALEXANDER AND ROXANA 107 Roxana, so well-known to students of history, was the most beautiful woman in all Persia, save the Queen of Darius; and it was truly said that no one could withstand the charm of her person, all alike yielding to her entrancing presence. Her eyes, according to the mood that possessed her, were gentle and persuasive, or when agitated, glowed with the buoyant rapture of an exuberant life. Her hair hung in curls about her neck, accord- ing to the Persian fashion, forming, in its luxu- riance, a fit setting for so fair a face. Of brilliant complexion, her features were animated by a lively intelligence, and of such gentleness and kindly for- bearance, mingled with queenly grace, that those who knew her worshipped her as if she were a goddess. Like all Persians of pure Aryan blood, her face, oval in form, was no way different in complexion or features from the most exalted type of women of our own day. Possessing every nat- ural grace, her bearing had been softened and re- fined by prolonged visits at the brilliant court of the Persian monarch, and this frequent intercourse with the splendour and luxurious elegance of the refined capital, had heightened the charm of her presence without in any way lessening the frank and conventional freedom of her mountain home. Such is the account we have of this queenly woman. Reaching his daughter's side, Oxyartes put his arm about her and kissed her with tender affection. io8 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE exclaiming, his voice stirred with the recollection of what had occurred : " 'Tis to this brave Prince, Roxana, that we owe our lives and all else we treasure. You, better than I, my child," he went on, scarce able to control his speech, "can express the debt we owe him," and, placing her hand in Alexander's, he excused himself to the Prince on plea of the confused affairs of the camp, and hurriedly took his leave. "We owe you our lives and all we hold dear, brave Prince," Roxana exclaimed, welcoming him with quavering voice and embarrassed manner. "The debt is mine, Princess, in the chance offered to destroy a band of robbers who have harried the peaceful people of the plain," he protested, remov- ing his helmet and bowing low before her. Now, seeing his face clearly, she started back, surprised on beholding in him the iron-clad soldier who had fought his way to her side and beat down the savage Thebans who threatened her. "The debt I owe you is great, oh so much greater than I thought," she answered, scarce able to speak, in her confusion. "You put too high a value on the service, gra- cious Princess, for war is our calling and we only did what the King would have commanded had he witnessed the cowardly assault," he answered, con- fusedly. ALEXANDER AND ROXANA 109 "Nay, you were not thinking of your duty nor the King, but acted from a brave and generous impulse, all your own," Roxana exclaimed, with tremulous emotion, raising his hand to her lips in expression of the gratitude that filled her heart. " 'Twas a wholesome diversion for our soldiers, gracious Princess, nothing more ; for the result was never in doubt, and serving you by chance but added zest to the conflict. It is in such slight en- counters, you must know," he went on, striving to reassure her, "that the King's soldiers derive their courage and strength." "You shall not thus disparage the act, brave Prince, for the Thebans outnumbered you three to one, and save for your quick onslaught would not have fled without offering more serious battle," she protested, her face aglow. "Nay, they were beaten ere we struck a blow, for men have no hardihood against the King in so base a cause." "I watched as you beat off those who sought your life — but oh, the weakness of women," she added, with a sigh, as if somehow she should have borne a part in the struggle. " 'Twas your presence, gentle Princess, that gave force to my arm and that of my companions," he smilingly responded, drinking in the other's beauty, and colouring at his familiarity of speech. no ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "You have a sweet tongue, Prince, as well as a brave heart; but tell me," she went on, with anxious voice, "did you receive no hurt in the conflict?" "No, save the harmless bruises that always at- tend such encounters." "I thought I saw a Theban lance pierce your armour — and truly enough, for blood stains your cuirass," she cried, deeply concerned. " 'Tis nothing ; a mere scratch ; something I do not feel," he said, lightly. "Nay, it may be as you say, but you would make light of it none the less, for that is the way with princes, who like to be thought invulnerable," she smiled, examining the hurt, not heeding Alexan- der's blushes and protestations. "The cut is neither deep nor dangerous, but still a thing to be feared if left uncared for," she explained, calling to a slave, and without further speech proceeded to cleanse the hurt and apply a needed salve, ex- claiming, as she bandaged the wound: "There, if you will but protect your throat with some soft ap- plication till the second day, you will suffer no further inconvenience," and, stepping back, she eyed him askance with half modest, half bantering irresolution. "Thanks, gentle Princess, for your great kind- ness," he murmured, his face aflame. " 'Tis nothing to thank me for," she excused, with a laugh. ALEXANDER AND ROXANA in "Where acquired you such skill in surgery?" he asked, with wonder. "From a Scythian versed in elixirs and balsams, and long a captive at my father's court." "It confirms Hephestion's words, that Greece never possessed a leech half so dexterous, nor one whose touch would cure whether the balsam be potent or not," he answered, scanning his armour confusedly. "No, there is no other hurt," she laughed, "though my fee would not be greater were there a thousand." "Whatever it may be I can never pay it, nor would I wish to." "Nay, 'tis not hard, for I ask naught save the friendship of those I serve." " 'Tis no payment at all, but 'twill be a thing to treasure if you will favour me with your friendship in return," he said, taking her hand and pressing it to his lips, so great was the passion that already held him. "You have my friendship, Prince, without the asking, for you had it from the first when, looking down as you fought, I neither knew nor cared who you were." "What I did merits no such reward." he pro- tested. "And now that we are friends," she went on, whimsically, "you will be frank with me — for that is the first requisite of friendship, you know." 112 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Yes, in all things," he cried, enchanted. "Tell me, then, if all the princes of Macedonia, of which country we unhappily know so little, are like you?" she asked, with mischievous abruptness. "I am the least among them, gracious Princess, in accomplishments as in years," he answered, sur- prised and embarrassed by the question. "Then the great King does well to send my father hither," she murmured, pondering on what he said. "I fear for any resolutions our King may have made respecting your country, once he falls within the spell of your persuasive presence," he replied, gazing into her face with rapt eyes. "I have no errand here save to attend upon my father, but I fear much for my allegiance to the great King if all your courtiers pay me such sweet compliments," she said, colouring at his open ad- miration and earnest speech. "Beauty and kindliness, sweet Princess, loosen the dullest tongue, but our princes and courtiers are so little used to the graces of court life that you must pardon them in me, if their speech be too bold, or their admiration too little concealed," he said, losing all fear of her. "I knew not before that your courtiers so shamed those of Susa in chivalrous courage and courtesy of speech; but tell me something about your country, gracious Prince," she went on, with smiling insist- ence. "Is the King, too, a gallant?" ALEXANDER AND ROXANA 113 "His respect and admiration for women is so great, sweet Princess, that it outstrips in ardour the severe customs of our Grecian neighbours. But if this be true his exalted mind and glorious deeds excuse the fault, for the weakness, if so it be, is allied to such greatness that it finds pardon and excuse therein," he answered, with warmth. "You sound his praise most nobly — and Alex- ander; is he like his father?" "Alexander, up to this hour, has never seen woman for whom he cared — of this I could swear," he answered, with averted face. "That is strange; and is it true, as reported, that he loves poetry and the Grecian dialogues, and at sixteen was regent, and as such subdued the fierce Thracians ?" "Yes, he was regent, and marched an army into Thrace as you say, but not with any great result," he answered, colouring. "I am told he is fair of face and of noble bear- ing — ^but of this I shall see for myself," she went on, as if speaking to herself. "He will be glad to be judged by one so just," he responded, smilingly. "That we shall see; but how fortunate we are. Prince, to be thus thrown across your path, for you will act as our friend at Pella, will you not, so that we may do no rude or unseemly thing?" 114 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "1 shall strive to be near you, gracious Princess, and if I can lessen your perplexities, I shall be happy in the labour." "I was sure you would be no less kind, for in truth it seems as if I might ask a kindness of you as of a brother," she answered, simply, so quickly is friendship cemented by common danger. "Yes, in all things, sweet Princess." "We will always be trustful friends," she went on, with heightened colour, "and my countrymen, not less than I, will be forever grateful for the debt we owe you, — for I shall tell of your kindness all the rest of my life," she breathed, her eyes clouded with tears, overcome by remembrance of what had occurred. Finding in each other's society pleasurable ex- cuse for prolonging the interview, an hour or more passed, but at last, recalled to the present, they set out in some haste to rejoin her father, she exclaim- ing with amiable speech as the Prince helped her with her cloak: "I think your eyes show some spark of wonder that I, a Persian, should so far overstep the cus- toms of my country as to appear abroad unveiled like the unrestrained and happy women of your own land." "I have heard of such a custom at your court, but have always thought it would be an act of grace to disregard it; and now more than ever am I ALEXANDER AND ROXANA 115 assured of its impropriety," he replied, with gentle voice. "The custom may never be disregarded by women of the court, but I come from a distant coun- try where we have greater freedom than at Susa, and so it is that I am able to accompany my father untrammeled, and meet my preserver face to face," she explained, with ingenuous frankness. "I shall always treasure the freedom that per- mits me being near you thus unconstrained," he responded, his face aglow with admiration. "And I shall be grateful for the assurance of having you near me in our journey through this disturbed country after the dangers of today; for I shall fear every bush or clump of trees unless, indeed, you are close beside me," and, blushing, she led him to the pavilion of Oxyartes, where a sump- tuous banquet awaited their coming. CHAPTER XI THE PERSIAN AMBASSADORS "Water is a thing to relish, Lysimachus — after a night spent in emptying the wine-skins," Clearchus groaned with parched throat, as he filled and emptied his cup for the third time from the moun- tain stream. "Bah ! I crave It not then nor at any time." "Your nose proclaims the aversion, Lysimachus, for it has the tint of indulgence fed to foolishness." "My nose is my own and merits no such re- proach," the other replied, aggrieved, nursing it with tender hand. "Yes, and 'tis such gross gluttony that incites the Greeks to call us barbarians!" Ptolemy, who sat roasting a hedgehog before the camp-fire, cried out. " 'Tis not I who give rise to such a slander, for no one ever saw me drunk," Lysimachus said, with a chuckle. "No, you are like a Cretan reed having length but no girth or substance upon which wine may feed," Clearchus exclaimed, yawning, worn with the de- bauch of the previous night. "If overindulgence in wine cause the Greeks to condemn us, what do they say of the Persians?" Lysimachus asked, offended, scanning his lean body. H7 Ii8 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Nothing, for no one ever saw a Persian the worse for wine." "But 'tis not that they drink less than the Mace- donians," Ptolemy interrupted, pricking the hedge- hog with the point of his dagger. "No, sleek and well fed, they sip their wine with dainty deliberation, while we drain the goblet at a draught," Clearchus replied, resting his head wearily on his hand. "Yes, and when our comrades left the banquet last night, scarce able to keep their feet, the Per- sians were smiling and sipping their wine as if the feast were just begun," Ptolemy laughed, sniffing the flavour of the hedgehog. "You remained at the feast when I sought my bed," Lysimachus remarked, addressing Clearchus ; "I hope you did nothing to disgrace us before the Persian wine-pots?" "As to that I could not swear, having no re- membrance of the time or manner of my leaving." "You had done better to come with me then, for 'tis a sign of weakness when a man knows not how he reaches his couch." "I stayed out of politeness, for the Prince had eyes and ears for no one save the fair maid, and so did scant honour to the host or the King," Clear- chus grumbled, burying his face in the icy stream. "For which service you should be rewarded by the King," Ptolemy cried in derision, as he hurried PERSIAN AMBASSADORS 119 to his tent, a slave bearing aloft the savoury hedgehog. "What think you of these Persian grandees, Clearchus?" Lysimachus asked, with unctuous con- cern, after some pause. "I could find no fault with our host Oxyartes or the noble Artabazus." "And the others?" "jNIithrines and Bessus?" "Yes." "The first has the face of a craven and the furtive eyes and yellow skin of — " "Of—" "Pausanias." "Yes, they are enough alike to be brothers," Lysimachus laughed, pleased at his discernment. "And the other?" he went on. "Bessus has a forbidding look, but a man not lacking courage, I should say — nor above taking you unawares if occasion offers — like — " "Yes!" "Amyntas." "Is Amyntas such a man?" Lysimachus ques- tioned, surprised. "Yes, and you will do well to remember it in your attendance on the Prince," Clearchus warned, with sober voice. "How came you to remark these Persians so closely?" Lysimachus asked, with puzzled air. 9 I20 ALEXANDER THE PRIXCE "Their behaviour at the banquet." "In what was that strange?"' "^lithrines drank not at all and Bessus only lightly." "I noticed it not" "Xo, being intent on your own goblet; but so it was. ^.lithrines, with his white face and cunning eyes, touched not the wine but watched Roxana and the Prince, who sat apart, and with such a devilish leer that I came nigh to smashing my sword across his ugly face," Clearchus said, with a scowl, helping himself to another cup of water. "I had some converse with him ere the banquet began, and thought he talked most learnedly of Greek literature and the arts, interspersing his con- versation, as I now recall, with many questions concerning the King and the Macedonian court," Lysimachus replied, with pompous air. ''\\'hich questions you would have done well not to have answered." "Xay, I paid little attention to what he said; but what of Bessus, for I remember him not at aU?" "Sombre and forbidding, he was but an echo of Mithrines, making pretence of drinking while sh-ly spilling the wine behind his couch." "Such shameful waste of nature's bount}-, Cle- archus, proves him to be a rank impostor, and more to be despised than the other," Lysimachus pro- tested, as if nothing could excuse the spilling of wine. PERSIAN AMBASSADORS 121 "They scarce took their eyes ofif the Prince the whole evening, often whispering apart, and ever and anon calUng an attendant to go upon some errand which I could not but believe concerned our master," Clearchus recounted with a dissatisfied air. "Can they have penetrated his identity, think you?" "I am sure of it, but feign ignorance hoping to take advantage of his supposed inferior rank. They mean him harm, Lysimachus, and I would the two stood before me with naked swords in their hands." "That cannot be, for their mission protects them inviolate; such is the custom of nations," Lysim- achus said, with a learned air. " 'Tis that enrages me, for their coming bodes no good to our country; and that being so, surely the King's honour is not concerned in shielding them." "Yes, unless they do some unfriendly thing; but did not the Prince remark their ill-will ?" "No, he saw only the Princess and scarce spoke to any other. Oh, his bashfulness is all a pretext, Lysimachus, for more forward gallant never faced a blushing maiden; and that he loves her already I'd swear, if eyes are any index to the heart." " 'Tis only a distemper, Clearchus, and will pass away with the night." 122 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE " 'Tis a distemper that comes to every man once in life and often to his undoing," Clearchus mut- tered, scowling, as if his words recalled some dis- agreeable event in his own life. "And Roxana, what was her part?" "Oh, the sly puss, not to be outdone, led the Prince on 'twixt blushes and laughter as if she had never listened to speech of gallant before Beard of Cyclops, what would the King say to such carryings on?" "He would laugh; for Alexander's passion, like his own, will vanish with sight of the next pretty face." "No, the Prince is not like the King in that more than the day is like the night; and if he should have a fondness for her he will be steadfast in it as he is in every other thing." "Think you so?" "Yes." "Then I will hasten to Oxyartes and bid him be on his guard," Lysimachus exclaimed, agitated and alarmed, starting up. "If you do, old man, never hope to look upon the Prince's face again, for he will banish you from his presence though you had been a thousand times his teacher. 'Tis no business of yours or mine, and for the matter of that, this fair-faced Princess is worthy of any man, even were he a king. I like the maid's pleasant speech," Clearchus continued. PERSIAN AMBASSADORS 123 chuckling, "for she told me among other things you must know, that there was not a man in all Persia who could wield so stout a sword as I," he con- cluded, scanning his stalwart limbs approvingly. "The Prince will thank me later if I convey some hint to Oxyartes of this matter, even if he be angry now," Lysimachus persisted. "If you meddle, old man, never hope to see his face again," Clearchus warned. "His being in love would not matter, Clearchus, were she of another country — but a Persian!" Lysimachus exclaimed, shaking as with a chill. "If the Prince has a passion for her and you do aught to balk it he will hold you in scorn all his life. For should he take a fancy to this unknown maiden, he will put her above all the world, and nothing will stay him more than the idle wind. What!" Clearchus went on, as the old man shook his head in dissent, "have you lived all these years and not know that you may easier bend a helmet of steel than loose his fixed will in a thing upon which he has set his heart? Begone; wash your face, old man, and keep your mouth shut, lest dis- favour come to you," and rising to his feet, he hur- ried away intent upon the affairs of the camp. CHAPTER XII THE DAY AFTER THE BATTLE Impatient of his couch, Alexander arose the morning following the banquet ere the voice of the whip-poor-will had ceased its lonely call from out the grove of olive trees near which his tent was pitched. Hastening to visit the wounded, he found them greatly refreshed by the night's rest, and one and all anxious to resume their homeward journey. Overjoyed, he lost no time in sending Demetrius, his chief page, to ask the pleasure of Oxyartes, to which inquiry the Persian grandee returned answer that the ambassadors were ready to go for- ward at the pleasure of their host. Upon hearing this Alexander gave orders to break camp, and everything being presently arranged, they set off amidst the blare of trumpets and the loud and dis- cordant cries of the hungry horde. With the passing of the night Alexander was as one transformed, all his former thoughts being merged in an overpowering passion for the Prin- cess Roxana. Sleeping, her voice had sounded in his ears, as her face had filled the measure of his disturbed dreams; and waking, he likened her not to any other woman, but to some Eastern houri, told of by curious travelers, who forever cast a spell 125 126 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE over all who look upon her. Nor was this strange, for hitherto he had thought only of the chase, the wars, the mastery of men, and what he would do when he became king, or indeed, in despite thereof. But as the maturing stalk carries within its uplifted stem the budding flower, so he only awaited the propitious moment to respond to love's enchanting dream. And now, beholding Roxana, his heart, be- fore untouched, was aflame with the ardour of a consuming passion. Not indeed, as in the case of men who toy with such things, but with the all- conquering love of an ardent and chivalrous nature. What were the obstacles of rank, the wishes of the King, the claims of Macedonia, in such a thing, he asked himself? Was he not free to choose as his father had done before him? And thus his passion, like the impulse that was one day to carry his con- quering armies to the limits of the ancient world, would brook no schooling, but leaped at once to its fixed conclusion. He saw and loved, and as the rays of the morning sun lit up the distant heights of Pelion, the lovelorn Prince, raising his face to heaven, swore by all the gods of Greece that did she but favour him, no other should be his queen. In this mood he sought her out, and she, smiling upon him as he reined his steed beside her own, could not forbear to chide him for his tardiness. "You are late in coming, gentle Prince, to receive my thanks anew for your great kindness to us AFTER THE BATTLE 127 hapless sojourners in a strange land," she cried, beaming upon him. " 'Tis not of my choosing, sweet Princess, if I am tardy," he protested, soberly. "I feared some new adventure had snatched you from us and we should see you no more." "Those who convoy precious freight must needs look to its safety, Princess, and so I lingered to arrange some needed details of the march," he ex- plained, his heightened colour showing the great pleasure he felt in being near her. 'T see that sleep has not dulled your gallantry," she laughed, no way displeased. "Not more, with such impulse, sweet Princess, than the mountain torrent is lessened by the steep incline it traverses," he excused. "Oh Prince!" "You shall teach me how to speak," he coloured at her rebuke, "if my life among men has bred in me too great bluntness, too great freedom in voic- ing my thoughts," he excused, wishing he had paid greater heed in the past to the soft speech of the beaux about the court. "Your amiability excuses your fault. Prince; be- sides, I must needs make allowance for the gal- lantry of so brave a soldier." "I hope you will ascribe my speech to the im- pulse that calls it forth, for in that I am justified," he said, simply. 128 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "It is most kind, but I must go on doubting, Prince, till I can put your sincerity to some test," she contended, reaching over and stroking Bucephalus' flowing mane. "I would you might, for I have but one wish, and that to please you." "Be not too sure, for it might be some absurd thing — a woman's whim, perhaps," she said, caress- ing the horse's glossy coat. "The gratification of a woman's whim, if there be such a thing, but serves to prove the amiability and devotion of men," he rejoined, smiling. "You do protest too much. Prince, and so I am going to put your gallantry to the test — but not with any difficult thing," she went on, her eyes bent with fervent admiration on the prancing steed of Alexander. "What will you have me do. Princess, for no pliant slave bending to the will of an exacting mas- ter could respond more quickly than I ?" "Oh, 'tis a slight thing; something that no one could refuse. But tell me. Prince, do you love horses?" she asked, abruptly, as if fearing after all to make her request. "Yes, as do all men." "And this one in particular ?" she asked, smiling upon Bucephalus. "He is my second self, Princess." AFTER THE BATTLE 129 "He bore himself most gallantly in yesterday's battle, his nostrils flaming like cups of fire." "The clash of arms is to him what wine is to men," he praised. "And you love him?" "He is my other heart — or was — till yesterday," he whispered. "And you will let me ride him?" she asked, de- murely, as if it Avere a thing agreed upon. "Ride Bucephalus !" he cried, catching his breath, surprised and disconcerted, for no one save he had ever been able to control the high-spirited steed. "I know it's a foolish whim; but I have a fancy to ride spirited horses; to try their metal, to feel their supple strength beneath me; and now Bucephalus, for of all the gallant steeds of Greece he only is worthy of comparison with our Median barbs," she hurried on. "What you ask is a thing impossible. Princess," Alexander exclaimed, deeply disturbed. "Anything but that, for no one save myself has ever been able to manage him, and I only by some trick I know not what." "There! 'Tis as I said," she cried, as if deeply grieved, "your sweet speech but serves to cover empty compliments, for lo, v/hen I crave a simple thing you draw away and black clouds darken your face, before so amiable. Oh, say outright that you I30 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE fear I will harm him, or that you have made a vow that woman shall never mount his glossy back," she frowned, turning away as if displeased. "I indeed made a vow, after every one had tried in vain to conquer the animal, that no man save myself should ride him," he explained, annoyed and perplexed. "To you I would gladly yield, but he knows no hand save mine, and has such strength and untamable moods that no one can manage him except he wills it." "I thought you more gallant than to regard my skill so lightly, Prince; but if you fear for my safety you shall ride beside me, for my Nysaean horse will easily keep pace with yours," she en- treated, smiling upon him as if he had already consented. "Do not urge me, for I would gladly do as you ask, but dare not," he excused, knowing the ungov- ernable temper of Bucephalus. Turning as if to leave him, intent upon having her way, she said: "Then never speak kindly to me more. Prince, for I will not believe in your sincerity." "Nay, rather than that, you shall have your way," he yielded, resigning himself to the situa- tion, thinking he could control Bucephalus from the back of the Princess' horse. "Now you are the chivalrous Prince of yester- day; but quick, lest you again refuse," she cried, AFTER THE BATTLE 131 and, slipping to the ground, prepared to mount. Observing this, Oxyartes, who followed some paces in the rear, hurried to her side to inquire her reason for dismounting. "Our gracious Prince has consented to exchange his steed for mine ; but loth he was at first to accede to my request, seeming to doubt my skill or courage." "It was because no one has ever been able to ride Bucephalus but myself, Prince, and so it has been thought he was unmanageable by another," Alexander explained, turning to Oxyartes, inviting his interference. But he little knew how unlikely Oxyartes was to object to any wish of his beloved daughter. "You need not fear. Prince," the Bactrian hast- ened to respond with smiling countenance, "for she has so firm a seat and so gentle a hand that your horse, however high his temper, will readily respond to her will once she is on his back." Thus it was determined, and the trappings of Bucephalus being quickly changed, he knelt in all gentleness, as Alexander had taught him, to re- ceive his rider. Wondering and delighted, she took her seat, and the noble animal, responding to his master's voice and hand, stood still, nor gave hint of fear or tem- per of any kind. And never before, if Alexander's eyes spoke true, had spirited horse borne so gentle 132 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE a burden. About her graceful form there clung a loose Median robe of purple cloth, fastened by a belt encrusted with turquoise set in gold. Her feet, uncased in boots of pliant leather, were half hidden by the silken garment of Persian fashion that reached to her jewelled ankles, while upon her head, as was the custom of her country, she wore a silken turban of brilliant hue, adorned with precious stones. And Alexander, intent upon pleasing his love, and no longer thinking of the Tagus or the heroic Greeks, had exchanged his glistening armour for lighter garments, a rich Sicilian coat of crimson cloth, girt about with a belt studded with emeralds, adorning his person. Seemingly reassured at last, Alexander let go Bucephalus' bridle and sprang upon the horse Roxana had abandoned; but released from the spell of his master's hand, the fiery steed uttered a savage cry, and, raising himself aloft, plunged forward, beating the air with his fore feet in a frenzy of rage. Giving him free rein, no way dis- turbed, Roxana caressed him with voice and hand, striving to bring him under subjection. Greatly alarmed, Alexander pressed to her side to still -the enraged animal, and hearing his master's" voice, Bucephalus dropped to the ground as if in shame. But not in quietude, for, taking the bit between his teeth in ungovernable rage, he sprang forward like an arrow shot from a taut bow. At this Rox- Till-; RrXAWAV AFTER THE BATTLE 133 ana, as if relieved, turned and smiled on Alexander, beckoning him to follow ; and thus she sped on amid the frightened cries of her attendants and the wonder of the gaping soldiers, who knew not what to make of so strange a spectacle. Drawing to one side, they made a lane, and thus the marching col- umn was quickly passed, the angry brute, his neck and breast flecked with foam, gaining in speed with each mighty stride. Urging his steed to the utmost, Alexander sought in vain to overtake the Princess, and snatching a spear from a waiting soldier, thought to kill the flying horse if only in that way he could rescue Roxana from the danger that threatened her. But losing rather than gain- ing in the mad race, he sought at last only to keep the Princess in view, and she, looking back with smiling face, waved her veil as if to assure him that she had no fear. Thus she flew forward with undiminished speed past hill and dale and lonely hut, on and on, until at last midway of the plain she approached a brawling stream. Giving free rein to the flying steed and encouraging him with voice and hand, the noble animal, coming to the brink, gathered himself, and, clearing the wide expanse in one mighty leap, landed unharmed on the further bank. Trembling and hesitating, as if in doubt whether to continue his flight or yield, the spirited animal, at last responding to Roxana's gen- tle caress, lowered his head in token of submission. 134 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE and thus Alexander found her as she welcomed his approach. Reaching her side, the Prince uttered no word, but taking her hand, pressed it to his lips with fer- vent thankfulness, content that he found her alive and unharmed. 'We were friends once he saw that I had no purpose save to guide him," she cried, caressing the mighty steed. "See how playfully he throws his head, as if in response to the music of a pipe," she went on, admiringly, as Bucephalus chafed at the bit, impatient of restraint. " 'Tis sweeter music than pipe or horn that charms him," Alexander exclaimed, aflame with admiration of the beautiful maid. Overcome, he cried out, "I give him to you, sweet Princess, take him, for you are more worthy to possess him than I." "No; I would not rob you of the priceless treas- ure. Prince, for all Persia does not hold one like him," she said, soothing the high-spirited animal. "He, too, is of Persian breed, 'tis thought, hav- ing been brought to Pella at the King's instance from the Isle of Rhodes," Alexander explained. "He is worth the ransom of a province, come from what country he may." "But still not worthy of her who has today con- quered him anew," he answered, with gentle voice. AFTER THE BATTLE 135 "Do not venture too far, Prince, lest changing my mind I rob you of your steed; but come, let us retrace our steps, for we have gone far out of the beaten path and my father will be anxious for my safety," and, gathering up their reins, they de- scended to the bed of the stream, where they halted to refresh the worn animals. While thus engaged, laughing and discussing the recent adventure, an angry roar followed by the swaying of the dense underbrush that bordered the shallow stream, warned them that some animal, disturbed in his wild retreat, was moving swiftly in their direction. Knowing well the nature of the savage foe that approached, Alexander urged the horses forward, and not too soon, for as they cleared the stream the front and bristling mane of a gigantic boar showed from the underbrush a few steps away. Spurring forward to the open plain, they looked back, but the enraged beast, con- tent with having driven them from his secluded lair, made no attempt to follow. "Remain here, Princess, while I secure the ani- mal to garnish the evening meal," Alexander ex- claimed, springing to the ground. "You shall not attack him alone, Iskender, armed only with spear and sword," she pleaded, white with fear ; "a misstep and your life would pay the forfeit." 10 136 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE " 'Tis with spear and knife that we hunt the animal in Macedonia, sweet Princess, and I should be held in slight respect if I declined the combat, armed as I am." "But await your companions; their coming can- not be long delayed," she urged, with trembling voice. "That would be to share the glory with another," he objected. "Fear not," he went on, lightly, "but await me here or seek greater safety in the plain," and, loosening his sword and whipping his spear to test its strength, disappeared in the depths of the undergrowth from which they had just emerged. Reaching the open glade beside the stream, he espied the boar sullenly regarding him a few paces away, and, lowering the point of his spear, patiently awaited the onslaught he knew would quickly come. Nor was it long delayed, for the huge animal, champing his cruel tusks, lost no time ; but, lowering his head, rushed forward with a cry of fury. Calmly awaiting the attack, Alexander received the ferocious brute on the point of his weapon, burying the metal to the shaft in its quiv- ering flesh. At this the wounded animal, suddenly swerving, the shaft broke, leaving only the handle in the Prince's hand. Raising this aloft as the brute turned, he struck it a cruel blow across the face as he sprang to one side, but not quick enough AFTER THE BATTLE 137 to escape the sharp tusk of the angered brute, as his torn sleeve and bloody arm clearly showed. Loosening his sword, he awaited the wounded ani- mal as it gathered itself for a fresh attack, its huge protruding tusks lashed with blood and foam. Des- perately hurt, it yet had strength to charge, and, coming forward with eyes of fire, sought to im- pale its foe; but, leaping to one side, Alexander buried his sword half its length in the body of the enraged brute. Disengaging his weapon with dex- terous hand, the blood of the wounded animal gushed forth in torrents, colouring the greensward with its crimson flow. Stricken with death, the savage animal thought not to fly, but, turning, faced the Prince with bloodshot eyes, its feet spread wide apart to steady itself for a new attack. But vain its courage, for while it sought to gather strength to renew the struggle, its huge body, slowly rocking this way and that, sank full length on the yielding turf. "Bravo, Prince ! Never was dreaded beast more bravely overcome !" Roxana quavered, pale of face, peering from the shrubbery a few feet away. " 'Twas a foolish thing to venture here, for the boar would have attacked you had you come within his eye," Alexander exclaimed with some impa- tience, surprised at her presence and frightened at the danger she had incurred. 138 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Don't scold me, Prince, for I could not stand still biting my nails, not knowing whether you were dead or not. And you are wounded," she cried, hurrying to his side, affrighted. "A mere scratch, as you can see," he explained, lightly, opening his sleeve. "A trivial thing, of course, — done in play, — to give colour to the strife," she cried, with fine scorn ; and, taking hold of him, led him to the brook, where, after cleansing the hurt, she bound it with her handkerchief. While they were thus engaged Oxyartes and Clearchus rode into the open glade. Stopping short, surprised, Clearchus cried out: "We knew not what had happened, Prince, find- ing your horses wandering aimlessly in the field," and having said as much discreetly directed his attention to the dead boar. "Spear and sword thrust!" he exclaimed admiringly; "I would I had been here to see the struggle." Springing from his horse, Oxyartes hastened to his daughter's side, murmuring as he held her in his arms: "See, my child, how near you were to losing your life by your mad prank!" Hearing him, Lysimachus, who had approached, cried out: "There was no cause to fear, Oxyartes, the Prince being near — and 'tis I who taught him as AFTER THE BATTLE 139 a youth," the old man boasted, poking the fallen boar contemptuously with his spear as if he and not another had killed it. Laughing, Alexander assisted Roxana to her horse, calling out as he sprang to the back of Bucephalus, "Come, friends, let us hasten to rejoin the column," and turning to the pages who looked on with staring eyes, he bade them convey the boar to the evening camp that it might grace the board of their honoured guests. "Have all the King's officers of rank a corps of supple pages to do their bidding?" Oxyartes in- quired, eying the picturesque youths with their crimson cloaks and glistening helmets as they hastened to obey the Prince's command. " 'Tis in this way our young nobles are taught obedience and the art of war," Alexander ex- plained, evading Oxyartes' inquiry, his eyes dwell- ing with affection on the group of gallant youths. CHAPTER XIII THE CAPTIVE " 'Tis as you said, Clearchus, the forward maiden has cast a dire spell over our too amiable Prince," Lysimachus complained, eying her with disfavour, as Alexander pressed close to her side on the return to the marching column. "Yes, the distemper grows upon him," Clearchus laughed, noticing the Prince's ardour. "Distemper! 'Tis a flame of fire! Why, she leads him with a hair," Lysimachus fretted. "Why a hair, when a look is enough?" "I would I might caution him to be more cir- cumspect," the old man said, lifting his bridle-rein. "Let him alone. 'Tis better he love this sweet- faced maiden than fall a victim to some contriving hussy," Clearchus growled, consoled with the thought. "If Oxyartes were not blind he would observe our master's passion, and so put an end to it." " 'Tis a wise father, Lysimachus, who has the sense to shut his eyes when men like Alexander come a- wooing." "What is this thing they call love that comes on like a summer storm, rooting out all other thoughts?" Lysimachus inquired, discontentedly. 142 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE " 'Tis a flame that eats up all others, and let us pray that the Prince's passion have some per- manency, for 'tis a bath that will do him good," Clearchus consoled. "What! Have him the plaything of a woman!" "What's the harm?" "See, already he cares for nothing save this birdling who nestles so contentedly by his side ; he who was wont to pass his time examining our arms and accoutrements lest some lack of discipline creep into the service," Lysimachus complained. "^^"ell, if he be in love 'tis a weakness to be thankful for. 'Twill cool his too fiery ardour and soften his too vehement temper." "To become a trailer at the skirts of women! Bah!" "\A^hat harm if it bring some melting of his tempestuous outbursts, when things go wrong?" "Yes, but let the softening be in moderation, Clearchus; some spark of romance and sentiment, perhaps, but only lightly, as becomes a King, lest he be diverted from more serious things," the old man piped, eying his master with sorrowful fore- bodings; but presently observing Alexander and Roxana laughing immoderately at something that had happened, his face brightened as he ex- claimed: "Bah! What we see is all a play, not real — why, he hath known her scarce a day." THE CAPTIVE 143 "Love is not measured by days but by seconds — nay, fractions of seconds," the other asserted with sober voice. "You speak as if you knew." "When I was young," Clearchus answered in a low voice, "I loved as no man ever loved — and lov- ing, lost my love within the hour." "Within the hour!" "Yes, but in that hour I lived a century of bliss—" "A century !" the old man jeered. " — and a thousand years of anguish," Clear- chus added in a whisper as if dreaming. Not noticing the other's clouded face and an- guished voice, the garrulous old man went on : "A captive, I take her to have been." "Yes — a captive," the other said, but not as if in answer. Oblivious, Lysimachus questioned: "Did the King rob—" At this, aroused, Clearchus cried out, his face the colour of a dead man: "Hush, lest I kill thee," his eyes aflame with hate at remembrance of his loss and the manner of it. Frightened, Lysimachus hurriedly drew off, abashed and sorrowing, wondering at it all. But presently hearing Clearchus whistling a mountain air as if life were a dream of undisturbed bliss, he 144 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE sidled up to him again in comfort of his hidden woes. Meanwhile Alexander, oblivious of all else, pur- sued his way, and presently nearing the marching column, Hephestion, who commanded the latter, lifted his spear as a signal, whereupon the whole troop putting spurs to their horses set out at a gallop to welcome the Prince's return. As the soldiers drew near, Roxana, animated by the spec- tacle, turned to her companion, exclaiming: "Surely Alexander, heir to the throne, could not be more honoured?" "Our people make little distinction in such a matter, for we are a warlike nation, and those en- trusted with command are honoured according to their deserts, or the belief of the soldiers in their fitness," he said, raising his sword in salutation to the advancing troop. Parting to the right and left as they came on, the soldiers formed in column in the rear, and to Roxana's surprise and great delight each one dis- played, at point of spear or hilt of sword, some bit of cloth of the colour of her veil. Plucking the helmet from Demetrius' head she placed it on her own, and turning waved her silken veil in fervid thanks for the graceful compliment. At this a shout went up, and Alexander noticing it wheeled about and raised his plumed hat in acknowledgment of the honour paid his fair companion. Then lift- THE CAPTIVE 145 ing his sword as a signal, the troop set out at a trot, and this presently changing to a gallop, the cavalcade reached the line of march with clang of armour and thunder of hoof like imto the charge of a victorious army. "Tell me, Prince, how it is you control Buceph- alus," Roxana inquired with admiration, as they followed the marching coliunn, "for he answers to your will as if he were a part of yourself." " 'Twas not so at first, but giving way to his caprice, little by little, he came to love and obey me; and you," he added, smiling, "discovering the secret, overcame him without trouble, as you over- come the hearts of men." "Why will you make every little thing the oc- casion of some gracious compliment?" she said, blushing. "If I do, it is because my mouth speaks unwit tingly what my heart feels." "Your heart?" she questioned, doubtingly. "Yes, and 'tis said that those who love, know not how to conceal its whisperings, the delight of tell- ing it being so great," he answered, as if his pas- sion were a thing avowed. "Prince!" "Forgive me," he excused, abashed. "It were better I said nothing," he sighed. "Nay, I would not have you otherwise than as you are ; but in my country the courtiers have such 146 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE subtility of tongue that frankness has the appear- ance of being less honest than it is." "You shall teach me to soften that which is too outspoken, and avoid altogether that which offends by too great freedom," he begged. "No, I would have you speak as you think, for those about the great King, as I say, so labour to hide their thoughts that open speech is like the sweet air of heaven to those who listen." "Thanks, Princess, but if I may judge from the looks of yonder Persian the eyes of your courtiers cannot always conceal their thoughts, however dis- creet their tongues may be," Alexander replied, glancing toward Mithrines, the Persian grandee, who seemed always to be hovering near them, and now sat bolt upright on his horse, staring angrily at the Prince. "I hoped you had not observed the forwardness of this Satrap of a Satrap," she said with some bitterness. "His trappings are worthy of the great King himself, and so I took him to be a personage of note." "His trappings, yes; but in other things he is unworthy of your notice." "If he be not in your favour that is all I care to know ; but tell me," he asked, observing in her face a took of distress, "how he has offended you?" THE CAPTIVE 147 "By his ungracious acts and evil looks," she re- sponded after some moments' pause, as if reluctant to pursue the subject. "If that be so how does it happen that he is here in your father's train ?" Alexander questioned, dis- turbed. "Governour of Sardis," she explained, "he is en- trusted with some special mission by the great King, and so is without the bounds of my father's influence." "Surely the Persian Monarch would not know- ingly put an afifront on your father when he en- trusts him with affairs of such importance?" "I know not how it is, for the great King loves my father as his very life, for indeed it is to him he owes his life." "Then, indeed, the tie must be strong, for the lives of kings are thought to be more sacred than those of other men, though they are all of like value to their possessors." "Yes, but such a life can scarce be measured, if the King happen to be young, and, withal, ruler of Persia." "Tell me what service your father rendered the great King if it be not a secret," he asked, happy if he could but hear her voice. " 'Tis a long story, Prince, and the telling of it would weary you, I fear." "If it be long, so much the better. Princess." 148 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "You must know, then," she answered, giving him a sidelong look, "that the lives of our kings in these later years have been scarce a span in length ; and all through the wickedness of the eunuch Bagoas, through whose cunning and skill Egypt was recovered to the Persian crown. Because of this service Ochus, among the greatest of our kings, enriched him and made him a minister about his person ; but in an evil hour the eunuch, thinking to become still more powerful, murdered his noble master and all his brothers, seating Arses, a weak Prince, on the throne instead. The latter, a little while after, offending his exalted subject in some way, Bagoas put him to death secretly, as he had his predecessor. And now, being all-powerful, he caused Darius, our present King, to be seated on the throne; but possessed with the fever of murder Bagoas planned his death as he had the others; and poison being the surest agent and occasioning less remark, he chose that means of achieving his end. Happily, my father being then near the King and having spies about Bagoas, discovered the plot ere it could be put in execution; but Bagoas, sus- pecting nothing and intent upon his foul purpose, caused the fatal cup to be prepared for the trusting King as he supped with his court about him. Aware of the design and the hour of its execution, my father approached Darius as he reclined on his couch and whispered in his ear that his life de- THE CAPTIVE 149 pended on his assenting to what was about to occur. Staring, and dumbfounded at so gross a breach of etiquette, the great King, nevertheless, nodded as- sent, upon which my father bade Bagoas approach. Suspecting nothing he knelt in all humility before Darius, whereupon, my father with much courtesy of speech — for I watched with the queen from a latticed window, and heard it all — exclaimed, 'The King, in acknowledgment of your love and in some requital of your long service to the state, desires you to drink from his cup, that his affection for you may be made manifest to all mankind;' and taking the King's goblet he presented it to Bagoas. At this, turning white and all of a tremour, the vile wretch would have declined the invitation, but the King, leaning forward, cried in a voice that could be heard throughout the room, 'Drink, Ba- goas, to your King !' " "And Bagoas?" Alexander queried with impa- tient interest. "The wretched creature was not less brave than cruel, for seeing his contrivance had been detected, and that there was no escape, raised his head, and looking the King steadfastly in the face, drank the fatal draught." "Alas, poor King! I hope he may not live to regret his refusal of the proffered cup," Alexander commented in a low voice, as if foreseeing the dis- tressful life of the unhappy monarch. "But 'tis the ISO ALEXANDER THE PRINCE fate of kings to die like great Ochus, rather than upon the field of battle, Princess, and in my own country of its sixteen kings and expectant heirs, if proof were needed, fourteen were foully slain in the fifty years preceding Philip's rise. Yet," he con- tinued, as if speaking to himself, "as one falls an- other strives for the dangerous place, forgetful of the other's fate, or boldly daring it." "How pitiful! It is as if some avenging deity ordained the manner and hour of their death ere they were born." "Yes, so it would appear." "And glad I am," she went on with heightened colour, "that no friend of mine is of your kingly house, for amid such cruel surroundings," she con- tinued, as if in warning, "Mithrines will have little difficulty in finding instruments to accomplish his will if his mission be what I fear it is." "Dismiss such thoughts, I beg of you. Princess, for he can do no harm to any one at Pella," he answered, reassuringly. "Yet much I fear, for he is not like other men. A Greek, 'tis said, he is more Persian than my father, yet at Athens he consorted only with our enemies, losing no chance seemingly, to harm our cause." "Then he is both traitor to his King and renegade to his country." "Nor is that all, for last night when the Thebans thronged about us he but made pretence of taking THE CAPTIVE 151 part in the defence, weak though it was, but loitered looking on, as if he wished the marauders might work their will," she confided with anxious voice. "By the gods, if that be true he deserves to die," Alexander burst out, conjuring in his mind the fate that would have befallen her had the The- bans' attack succeeded. "So great an infamy merits death, and I will lose no time in having Clearchus set a watch upon him. It will be a favour he will relish once he knows the man's baseness." "No, no, you must not interfere lest my father's mission suffer. Nay, do not shake your head but promise, if all the kind things you have said were not in idle merriment," she entreated, looking into his face with such earnest pleading that he was fain to assent to what she asked. Mithrines, as if divining that their speech con- cerned him, and seemingly unable to restrain him- self longer, now approached, and bowing low on the Syrian steed he bestrode with graceful ease, cried with ill concealed rage: "Greeting, fair Princess, if the seeming danger that threatened you within the hour and your pre- occupation with these strangers, have not caused you to lose interest in your friends." "The danger was nothing, or had it been this brave Prince was happily near to save me," she answered coldly. 11 152 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE " 'Tis an old device of designing men to put life in seeming jeopardy that credit may follow some successful trick in averting it/' he replied with scornful emphasis. "The danger I incurred in mounting the untried horse was all my own, and despite the Prince's effort to dissuade me from the foolish act." "For which failure it seems he is to be further favoured." "Your speech is singularly rude and ill-timed, Mithrines, when we owe so much to these generous strangers, and have so little with which to pay the debt," Roxana retorted, laying "her hand on Alex- ander's arm to stay his rising anger. "I hope. Princess, you do not look upon their intrusion in last night's encounter as a service, when we should have had little difficulty in extri- cating ourselves without meddlesome interference from without," Mithrines went on with cool effront- ery, "Such speech is little becoming in one who took no part in the defence, but stood apart as if afraid," she reprimanded sharply, beseeching Alexander with her eyes to keep silent. "If I did as you say it was only to find some sure way of averting the danger afterward." "And while you pondered we were overcome ; but others more brave, if less discreet, seeing our dis- THE CAPTIVE 153 tress, rushed in and saved us from death," she retorted, staying Alexander with her hand. ^'Discretion in men is a thing never held in high esteem when others by rash and intrusive adven- ture endanger what they foolishly seek to mend," Mithrines persisted, waving his hand contemptu- ously toward Alexander. "For shame, to give expression to so rude a speech !" Roxana cried, her face on fire. "Why should you take offence when the object of your solicitude seems not to be touched by what I say; but perhaps like some of his fellows he is only familiar with the rude dialect of the Mace- donian tribes," Mithrines answered with a sneer. Throwing off Roxana's hand, Alexander spurred to Mithrines' side, and grasping his bridle, cried in a frenzy of rage : "Coward, how dare you use such speech in the presence of this gentle being! Begone, nor show yourself again till you are called!" and whipping out his sword he struck the other's horse across the flank with the glistening blade, crying out to Mith- rines, as the animal sprang into the air, "away with you, and be thankful that I do not kill you on the spot." "By the gods, your life shall pay for this in- sult," Mithrines sputtered, turning upon Alex- ander ; but the latter waving him away, called out in derision : 154 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Begone and seek more fit occasion for the dis- play of your valour." "While you hide behind the rabble that follows you." "You have naught to fear for we allow every latitude in my country to those having a personal grievance to redress," Alexander responded with cold disdain, returning to Roxana's side. "If that be true, I shall take occasion ere the day closes to avail myself of the privilege, and doing so teach you to be more circumspect in your inter- course with the ambassador of the great King," the other shouted, white with rage and shame. Hearing him, and losing all control over himself, Alexander turned to strike the wretch, but Roxana, laying hold of his bridle, besought him with tears in her eyes to refrain. Responding to her plead- ings, he slowed his horse, and presently regaining possession of himself turned to her with a laugh, saying : "Is that the creature, sweet Princess, you would have me fear?" "Think not so lightly of him, for he is not with- out courage," she warned. "A renegade." "Yes, and 'twas he, I am sure, who gave the Thebans notice of our coming, hoping to gain some end thereby and yet escape suspicion." THE CAPTIVE 155 "That I can well believe, but wonder the more to find him trusted and in such company," Alexander said, bewildered. "His part in the embassy is not thought to be to his honour, for it is believed he is here to spy upon his colleagues, and incite the enemies of Philip and Alexander to put them to death. My father has such fears and keeps the wretch under careful watch, but Mithrines being his colleague he can- not act effectively or make known his suspicions to others. I, who am not bound by any rule, may speak thus frankly, although I could not say as much to Philip or Alexander." "Thanks, gentle Princess, for the warning which I will not fail to heed in devising measures to pro- tect the person of the King." "And the Prince, not less, for in his life, as in that of the King, is the honour of my father bound." "The Prince is in no danger, fair pleader," he reassured her, "but tell me how it is that your King entrusts so great a citadel as Sardis, the bul- wark of his western empire, to so poor a guardian?" "I know not, except that he is far away and must trust some one." "If such men be chosen, then weak indeed must be Persia's defence," Alexander murmured, ab- sently. "But you are wearied, Princess, and it will rest you if you exchange your horse for the shel- 156 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE tered seat on yonder dromedary. There you may rest and I still keep you company, though such journeying will be new to me," he laughed. "If that is so it will not be to your liking, for the ungainly animals are as rough of motion as a storm-tossed sea." "Which I would gladly seek if I might share its discomforts in your company," he sighed, spring- ing from his horse and lifting Roxana to the ground. "Tell me something of these tumbling mountains, Prince, for they are like those of my own country," she exclaimed after a while, as they contemplated the picturesque landscape from the back of the lumbering dromedary. "That lofty chain to the west, losing itself in the far north," he responded, mechanically, withdraw- ing his gaze with a sigh from her fair face, "is Pindus' rugged outlines, and that in our front the Cambunian range, beyond which Macedonia and Pella lie. The snow-capped mountain to the right is high Olympus, amid whose lofty solitudes and snow-clad summits the gods of Greece watch over the destinies of men," he proclaimed with reverent speech. "This side the sacred heights, -where the mountain plunges to the valley below, lies the Vale of Tempe, sweetest of all earth's sylvan treasures ; and crowding upon the picturesque dell from the south is rugged Ossa, the haunt of savage animals THE CAPTIVE 157 and still more savage men. Before us the strip of vivid green that you may see low down on the horizon marks Thessaly's noble river, the Peneus, and upon its banks, if the spot be to your liking, we will fix our camp for the night," he concluded, turning to her as if every moment otherwise em- ployed were a cruel waste. "And this verdant plain?" "Is Thessaly." "Afterward does our course lay straight across the mountain, or do we make some slight detour?" she asked. "Tomorrow we follow the winding river through the Vale of Tempe to find vessels waiting to carry us to our destination, if that be your choice," he explained. "I did not know before that Pella lay by the sea." "Nor does it, but on the Lydias, a lazy stream that the King has deepened and widened till it affords room for the largest vessel." "Did you plan to go by the sea from the start or is it some new thought?" she queried. "We had intended to cross the Cambunian range, but thinking the other less tiresome, ships have been signalled to meet us on the coast and convey us to our destination." "And this change is all on our account!" she cried, her delight showing in her smiling counte- nance. 158 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "If it were would not the comfort of our guests been sufficient warrant? But I had another and a more selfish reason, for in the way I have planned our journey will happily be prolonged," he ex- plained, haltingly, gazing into her face and striving to read whether or not she were pleased. Thus they moved slowly forward, saying little, their silence more eloquent than words, until at last, as the sun sank behind Pindus' distant heights, the lofty citadel of Larissa came clearly into view. Turning abruptly to the left they halted some dis- tance from the ancient city, and there, having sought a sequestered spot, fixed their camp for the night amid the stately trees that bordered the banks of the historic river. CHAPTER XIV THE DUEL Fixing his tent near the river bank, Alexander donned a tunic of snow-white Unen, and crowning his head with a chaplet of leaves prepared to offer the daily sacrifice according to the custom of the Greeks. Summoning his followers by sound of pipe to the appointed duty, they erected an altar of stone, adorned with sprigs of pine, upon which they lighted the sacred fire. And in special thanks- giving for the protection and favour accorded them by the gods in the recent encounter with the The- bans, a young bull was brought forward as an offering. Cleansing his hands in a silver basin, Alexander sprinkled sacrificial kernels of barley on the head of the unconscious victim, after which, cutting the hair from off the forelock of the animal, he placed it on the fire with a portion of the barley. These preparatory ofifices being fulfilled, according to immemorial custom, Clearchus struck the bull a blow on its upraised neck, and ere it could regain its feet its throat was severed, the blood being caught in a silver ewer. Holding this aloft and asking the acceptance of the gods, Alexander poured the offering on the sacrificial fire; and the head of the bull being presently severed, he lifted 159 i6o ALEXANDER THE PRINCE it up in like reverent manner. Afterward, those appointed to perform the office, having flayed the animal, the thigh bones were covered with pieces of fat as the portion allotted to the gods by sacred custom, which parts Alexander placed upon the fire, pouring a libation of pure wine on the burnt offering. The sacrifice being now completed, the other por- tions of the animal were cut into pieces and roasted upon spits by the waiting soldiers. These formed a part of their evening meal which was attended with copious draughts of wine, the first drops poured into each cup being emptied on the ground as a libation. In this way, and having satisfied their hunger, the weary soldiers reclined at length on the mossy bank in friendly gossip over the day's events. Leaving his companions on the completion of the sacrifice, Alexander retired to his tent, attended by the royal pages. Afterward, while reclining at his ease, discussing with Clearchus the doings of the morrow, they were disturbed by the approach of the Persian grandee Bessus, his cloaked form looming like a spectre in the light of the Pierian torches fixed at the entrance to the tent. Clad in a loose Median robe, Bessus stopped abruptly on the threshold, and bowing low stood at ease, await- ing speech from those within. Seeing him, Clear- THE DUEL i6i chus sprang to his feet, crying out with cheerful voice : "You are in good time, noble Persian, to drink a bumper to the King and the god of sleep," and filling a cup he sought to lead the visitor to a wait- ing couch. But the other, disengaging his arm and straightening himself up, answered with little show of courtesy: "I come not hither to drink nor indulge in idle courtesy." "For what purpose came you then?" Clearchus asked, agape. "To fulfill a duty that calls for few words and admits of few civilities." "Eye of Cyclops, what manner of man are you to reject offer of hospitality, be your errand what it may?" Clearchus queried in anger, but observing Alexander's upraised hand, he went on more mildly, "join us then in a bumper to the great King, if that will be more agreeable to you !" "I cannot drink with those to whom I bring a hostile message even to do honour to the King of Kings." "Then, by Cyclops' beard, the earth shall have what you refuse!" Clearchus thundered, dashing the cup to the ground. Whipping out his sword, he cried, "Quick, Persian, what is your message? for you will not find a Macedonian backward in answer- ing the summons, be it what it may!" i62 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Be not so hasty, Clearchus," Lysimachus re- monstrated, "the Persian has mistaken our tent for another, for we have no quarrel with him, a fol- lower in the train of Oxyartes, our honoured guest." "No, there is no mistake if this be the tent of him you call Prince," Bessus answered, brutally; for, strangely enough for a Persian grandee, this great noble, whose life was to be fraught with such disastrous happenings to his sovereign and himself, appeared incapable of gentleness or courtesy of speech in his intercourse with those about him. "Whom we call Prince!" Clearchus cried, when his anger permitted him voice. "By the beard of Cyclops, dog of a barbarian, I'll spit you where you stand if you further transgress the dignity of his presence." "Peace, Clearchus, let the man deliver his mes- sage and depart," Alexander intervened from his couch, adding sternly: "Go on, Persian, I am listening." "I bear a message, oh Macedonian, from Mith- rines, Governour of Sardis, a noble in rank, to demand humble apology or other suitable repara- tion for the insult publicly offered him by you this day," Bessus explained with lofty air. "Do you think, spiller of good wine," Clearchus growled, thinking of the other's part at the ban- quet, "that our exalted Prince will bring dishonour THE DUEL 163 on the King by fighting with one of Mithrines' rank? I were the more fit for such encounter, and will answer with sword or spear when and where you like." "Darius, my master, the great King, in his youth disdained not to meet the meanest noble in honour- able encounter with lance or sword," Bessus re- sponded stiffly. "But he was then only an obscure prince." "There are no obscure princes in Persia; all rank above the kings of other countries," Bessus, who was a cousin of the Persian monarch, replied, with haughty air. "No," he went on, "the noble Mithrines will fight only with the Prince, having no cause of quarrel with the underlings of the camp." "Underlings of the camp ! Eye of Cyclops, draw and defend yourself !" Clearchus screamed, advanc- ing on the other, but Alexander, restraining the fiery soldier, called out : "Go to your friend, Persian, and say that the Prince grants him his prayer, and within the hour, if that be his pleasure." "Nay, such a thing cannot be; what vvould our august master, the King, say?" Lysimachus inter- posed, falling on his knees before Alexander. "He would say that princes, like other men, must punish those who insult them, and with their own hands when need be. Go to your friend," Alex- i64 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE ander went on, turning to Bessus, "and when the moon shows above the mountain I will meet him on the border of the plain," and dismissing the noble with a wave of his hand, he drank ofif the goblet of wine which he had held until then untasted. "By the gods, a fit answer to the proud Persian," Clearchus cried, elated. "And when you have stretched Mithrines on the plain," he continued, tapping his sword, "I'll do as much for Bessus." "No, you have no quarrel with the Persian, Cle- archus ; he does but espouse his friend's cause, and if he be rude in performing the office, the offence may be excused," Alexander commanded. "Nay, Prince, I'll give him good cause for his own killing, and dead, there will be one less enemy when we cross the Hellespont." "No, I would not, for any private grudge, have a Persian missing from the great King's ranks on that eventful day," Alexander laughed. "Alas, that thou should'st draw thy sword in private quarrel against a lesser foe than the King of Kings!" Lysimachus quavered with broken voice, from the couch on which he had thrown himself. "Remember, my good friend," the Prince re- sponded, humouring him as was his habit, "'tis thought I am only an officer of rank, and to decline the combat would dishonour both myself and the King." THE DUEL 165 "If that be all I have only to say that you are Alexander and so end the matter," the other said, starting up. "But I would not have you do so to avoid a thousand such encounters," and turning to Clear- chus, Alexander continued, "go arm thyself with- out loss of time and I will do the same, lest the Persian be kept waiting." Quickly donning his armour, Alexander emerged from his tent, and to his great surprise and embar- rassment found Roxana and her father awaiting his coming. "Our visit, it appears, is most inopportune. Prince," Oxyartes exclaimed in apology, on seeing Alexander armed. "Nay, friends, you are ever welcome guests, but now, most unhappily, an urgent matter of business prevents my entertaining you with fitting hospi- tality," Alexander explained, taking Roxana's hand and lifting it to his lips. "Is there some danger to the camp, Prince, that you go forth at night thus armed?" Roxana asked with troubled speech, as if divining the nature of his errand. "The savagery of the country constrains every one to go armed, sweet Princess, though it were only to make the rounds of a peaceful camp," Alexander reassured her. i66 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "One were not safe a stone's throw otherwise," Clearchus, who had armed and mounted, interposed in further excuse. "If that be so, surely you should be attended by a suitable guard," Roxana persisted. "What need of guard if Clearchus be with me?" Alexander laughed. "Tell me your errand, Prince, for you are but seeking to mislead me by your evasive speech," she implored, with tremulous voice. "My errand is one of little moment," he ex- plained, pressing Her hand. "Return to your tent reassured, sweet being, and let no thought of me disturb your peaceful sleep." "Oh, guard thy life well, Iskender, lest losing it I should die of grief knowing I was the cause," she murmured in a voice so low that only he could hear. "I could not lose it knowing you have some in- terest in its preservation," he answered, pressing her hand to his lips. "Adieu, till the morrow," he added tenderly, and saluting Oxyartes, mounted his horse, waving Roxana a fond farewell as she sor- rowfully watched his departure. Reaching the open plain, the full moon filled its broad expanse as with the light of day, but looking about they could discover no one, the stillness of the night being undisturbed save by the gentle whispering of the trees. THE DUEL 167 "We are early, or have the braggarts evaded us?" Clearchus said, looking about him; but even as he spoke, those they sought emerged at a gallop from the shadows of the trees. "Hasten to them, Clearchus — and be quick," the Prince directed impatiently, conjuring up the sor- rowful face of Roxana. "And the weapon. Prince ?" "I care not so there be no delay." "The sword?" "Let them choose. What does it matter ?" Doing as he was told, Clearchus went forward, calling to Bessus as he reined in his horse before the noblemen: "We await your pleasure, as you see, Persian." To this the other responded after a moment's pause : "The right being yours to choose the weapon, what shall it be?" "We do not care." "^\^^at, has the Prince no choice?" Bessus ex- claimed, surprised. "No, Mithrines, being a visitor he leaves it to him — on foot or on horseback as he will; with lance, spear, thrusting-pike, sword, battle-ax, or javelin, it matters not. Nay, he does not except the Scythian bow or the war-club of the Gauls," Clearchus added with sarcastic humour. Scowling, Bessus consulted Mithrines apart, afterwarcl saying: ^^ 1 68 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "It being left to him, he chooses the spear, and that faiHng, the sword." "A'ery well, and the fight being on, have you any conditions?" Clearchus asked dryly. "None, save that it be to the death." "It will likely end that way in any event," the other grunted. "The combatants being placed — " Bessus began: "We will meet midway of the field," Clearchus exclaimed. "And the signal for the combatants?" "The lowering of my spear point." It being thus arranged, each placed his principal in the open plain, facing his opponent, and this being done and the combatants indicating their readiness, Clearchus gave the signal to charge. At this the adversaries, with shields upraised and spears advanced, spurring their horses to the ut- most speed, rushed upon each other with savage fury. As they closed with resounding shock, the fierce onslaught bore the riders backward on their steeds, the horses, stayed by the concussion, sinking quivering on their haunches. Unharmed, the combatants, recovering their seats, raised their fiery steeds with voice and spur, and wheeling, charged anew, but without result, each catching the other's spear as before upon the face of his pro- tecting shield. THE DUEL 169 At this moment, as Alexander wheeled within the shadow of the trees to renew the struggle, a threatening figure darted upon him from the dark- ened forest with uplifted spear. But, observing the treacherous foe in time he caught the blow upon his uplifted buckler, and keeping on at topmost speed, ran his assailant through the body. Tearing his weapon from the quivering wound he whirled to find Alithrines close upon him. Bracing himself to meet the headlong shock he received the other's weapon full on his upraised shield, the blow crush- ing the shaft in Mithrines' hand. As the latter passed, Alexander hurled his spear full at the other's glistening helmet, the cruel weapon tearing open jMithrines' closed visor and hurling him head- long to the ground. "Thrust the craven through the throat ere he regains his feet!" Clearchus shouted as Alexander threw himself from his horse and rushed upon Mithrines with uplifted sword. But the latter mak- ing no sign of life the Prince after a moment's pause, turned and sprang upon his horse, crying out to Clearchus : "Dismount and see if you can do aught for the stricken man!" "Na)^ he does not merit kindness at our hands," the other muttered with a wry face, making no move. 170 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Overcome, he is no longer an object of enmity; hasten to him, as I say," Alexander commanded. Doing as he was directed, Clearchus approached the stricken man, over whom Bessus already knelt, exclaiming : "Has our friend gone to join Pluto's shadowy throng, Bessus, or is there still some breath left in his treacherous body?" "He breathes, and that is all that I can say — go your way, I need you not !" the other answered, without looking up. "I cannot leave you alone and helpless," Clear- chus said, relenting at sound of the other's melan- choly voice. "I have attendants at hand and do not require other aid," Bessus explained, and calling in the Persian tongue, a slave emerged on the run from the shadow of the forest. "I thought as much ! Be on your guard. Prince, for these people fight with poisoned arrows," Cle- archus called, referring to the attempt a moment before to assassinate Alexander. "No harm threatens you," Bessus explained, but recalling what had occurred, added with flushed face, "I knew naught of the armed man hidden in the forest, nor did the noble Mithrines. 'Twas some private enemy of your master, not a thing of our contriving." THE DUEL 171 "A tale for children's ears!" Clearchus scoffed, springing on his horse, and gathering up the reins hastened to join the Prince who had already set out on his return. Taking their way leisurely toward the camp, they passed close to where the Persian tents were placed, and, as they approached, two cloaked figures con- cealed in the edge of the forest hurried swiftly away, but not so quickly that Roxana's tall and graceful form could not be discerned as she fled beneath the overhanging trees. " 'Tis the same with King and peasant," Clear- chus murmured under his breath, as he saw Alex- ander start; "both fall a-shaking at sight of the one they love. Yesterday the Prince was ham- mered iron, today he trembles and starts as any shepherd might if his love but shows him a favour." Saying naught, his heart filled with gentle emo- tions, Alexander rode on to the camp, where he found the pages and officers anxiously awaiting his return. Waving his hand in grateful thanks he entered his tent, there to ponder on the surprising events of the day, but most of all upon his sweet love, and the kindness she had that night shown him. CHAPTER XV IN THE SHADOW OF OLYMPUS "Have you noticed, Lysimachus, that while the noble Mithrines was waited upon yesterday by four attendants, today he has but three?" Clear- chus vouchsafed, the succeeding morning, as he busied himself brightening his armour before Alexander's tent. "You were ever curious about small things, Cle- archus, and foolishly," the other answered coldly, as if it were a weakness he despised. "But wisely in this case, old man." "Why wisely?" "Because it is a thing that concerns the Prince," Clearchus replied, raising his voice. "How can the number of the Persian's servants concern him?" "You would not be the wiser if I told you." "Tell me, good Clearchus, and judge afterward," Lysimachus pleaded, his pride aroused. "Oh, 'tis a small matter, and you despise such things." "Tell me for all that, good Clearchus." "Well," Clearchus went on in a loud voice, as if desirous of attracting Alexander's attention, "Per- diccas, captain of the watch guarding the Persian 174 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE encampment, says in his report that four armed men followed Mithrines to the plain last night, but that only three returned — and they bearing the stricken form of Mithrines !" "Well, what of that?" Lysimachus said, losing interest, "Did you remark that while four went out only three returned?" "Yes." "Well, after the three had disposed of Mithrines they stole from the camp and Perdiccas, being curious to know their errand, followed, and reach- ing the open plain, saw them stop beside the body of the missing man who lay dead in the shadow of the trees." "How did that happen?" "Who can tell?" "Well, well, go on," Lysimachus urged. "Taking up the body they carried it to the river, and, depositing it on the bank, offered up a prayer. Afterward lifting it up they cast it into the stream, whereupon a singular thing happened, for as the body shot into the air the dead man uttered a frightful cry." "He was alive then!" the old man gasped, with protruding eyes. "So it appeared, but ere Perdiccas could move or speak the swift current sucked the body down into its black depths and he saw it no more." SHADOW OF OLYMPUS 175 "What did he do then?" "Nothing, his orders being to guard the Persians and not to meddle with their pastimes." "Pastimes!" "Yes." "And is that all?" Lysimachus asked, half satis- fied. "Yes, except that Perdiccas reports, and this, mark you, is strange, that these attendants of Mithrines, are neither Persians nor Greeks." "Who are they?" "Macedonians." "How does he know that?" Lysimachus asked, his curiosity excited anew. "By their speech, which is that of the shepherds who watch their flocks about Mount Bermius." "Perdiccas having reported as you say," Alex- ander here sternly interrupted, emerging suddenly from his tent and confronting the gossips, "and you having told it, let the matter go no farther. The reason does not matter; be silent and forget what you have heard or seen," and fastening his cloak about him the Prince took his way, without further speech, to the Persian encampment. "What mishap was it that befell the attendant in the plain, think you, Clearchus ?" Lysimachus slyly questioned as Alexander strode away. "Heard you not what the Prince said, babbler? Shame on you that you should speak of the matter 176 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE further !" Clearchus reprimanded, gathering up his armour. Reaching the Persian encampment, Alexander found Roxana awaiting him, and taking his hand in hers in welcome she said with agitated voice: " 'Twas most unkind in you. Prince, to mislead me last night in a thing so serious." " 'Twas not worth the telling, Princess, and so it turned out," he laughed. "You incurred a danger. Prince, and the fore- runner of others to follow from the same hand," she remonstrated with troubled voice. "Such dangers are a part of the lives of men, Roxana, and not things to be feared or brooded over." "It may be when they come from a frank and brave enemy, but who can hope to escape a treach- erous foe when death may lie behind every bush or tree?" "Men do not regard such dangers more than others, and now that I am forewarned there is no cause to fear," he reassured her. "I shall fear just the same, for women ever tremble when the lives they hold dear are threat- ened," she persisted, unconscious of her words. "Is it thus you hold my life, sweet Princess?" he cried, enraptured. "For if danger bring such sweet solace 'tis not a thing to shun, but meet with open arms." SHADOW OF OLYMPUS 177 "Is it strange that your life should be dear to me, as it is to my father, after what has happened?" she excused, blushing. "A day is sometimes like a thousand years in one's life, and so it is with me, Roxana; for in so short a time everything is changed, and what went before is as if it were a dream not worth remem- bering," he vowed, pressing her hand to his lips. "No, it is now you dream, Iskender, and tomor- row you will smile when you recall the events of yesterday." "And if I should not, will you still look upon me with favour, for I cannot live otherwise," he avowed. While they were thus half confessing their love the approach of Oxyartes interrupted further speech, and hastening to Alexander he exclaimed with much embarrassment of manner: "I have just come from your tent. Prince, where I went in deep distress to offer such excuse and humble apology as I might for last night's direful happening." "You owe me neither excuse nor apology, good friend, for it is a thing forgotten," Alexander laughed, grasping Oxyartes' outstretched hand. "So brave men regard such things, but your for- bearance does not lessen the breach of hospitality, and to me it will ever be a shame that it should 178 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE have Happened under cover of my mission and without my knowledge or consent." "I hold you blameless, for you cannot be ac- countable for the acts of Mithrines more than another." "You are generous in this, Prince, as in all things, and were Mithrines amenable to me I would dismiss him within the hour; but, as it is, I can only make humble excuse for the gross affront." "The adventure ending happily, we are the better friends because of it, and so it is not a thing to be regretted. Prince," Alexander smiled. "Mithrines was justly punished, for he can scarce lift his head from his couch ; and because of this," he went on with some hesitation, "I beg that the march be delayed until the morrow, and if he be then unable to proceed I will leave him to his own devices." "There is no cause for haste. Prince, and I am glad of excuse for tarrying, and being free, will go forward and make inquiries regarding the ships that should await us on the coast," Alexander answered, glancing at Roxana. "And may we not keep you company part of the way, Prince?" Roxana begged, beaming upon him. "It would be better than staying here, for after last night's happening the place is hateful to me." "I would have planned it that way had I dared," he said, appealing to the Bactrian chief. SHADOW OF OLYMPUS 179 "I cannot, unhappily, absent myself from the camp at this time, Prince; but Roxana may ac- company you if it will give her pleasure and not embarrass you in any way." "Her going will inconvenience no one, and will lessen the regret I feel at leaving the camp at this time." "Oh, thank you. Prince; and when will you set out, for I anticipate already the freedom and de- light of the excursion?" Roxana cried, unable to restrain her impatience. "In an hour, if that be your pleasure." "So soon? Then I must hasten," and smiling upon him she hurriedly entered her tent to prepare for the journey. Returning to his camp, Alexander made all needed arrangements, and the guard being pres- ently collected, he prepared to set out ; seeing which, Lysimachus, who had not been included in the company, raised a mournful cry. "Am I then to be left behind, while others less worthy ride in honour by your side ?" "You are better here, old man, for the journey may savour of danger once the pass is entered," Clearchus growled, impatiently. "Was not Phoenix ever by Achilles' side, and am I to be left behind when naught threatens save Clearchus' foolish fears?" Lysimachus exclaimed, appealing to the Prince. i8o ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Let him go, Clearchus, if he wishes it," Alex- ander amiably assented, "but arm yourself, Lysima- chus, if only to do honour to the Princess." Hastening to do as he was told, and soon every- thing being in readiness, the cavalcade proceeded to Roxana's tent, where they found her already mounted and eagerly awaiting their coming. Tak- ing their departure without loss of time, they soon reached the ancient city of Larissa, and after loiter- ing for a while in its quaint streets, the scene of so many melancholy tragedies in the past, they re- sumed their journey. "What new mischief is brewing, think you. Prince?" Clearchus said, as they reached the open country, pointing to one of Mithrines' attendants who was that moment hurrying past them at a furious gallop. "Eye of Cyclops, I have a mind to run him down and send him to keep company with his fellow murderer in the swollen river !" he cried, referring to the assassin of the previous night. But Alexander making no response save to wave him back, he retired crestfallen to his place, mut- tering, "Tomorrow, Prince, you may wish you had let me have my way." Approaching the Vale of Tempe, Alexander dis- mounted, and lifting Roxana to the ground they sought a quiet spot where she could view the scene which lay before them, undisturbed. And it was a picture, of which there is none more beautiful in SHADOW OF OLYMPUS i8i all the world. On their right Ossa's granite heights rose massive and irregular in the clear atmosphere like the uplifted earth, clothed in brown and vivid green. Uncouth and rugged, with rounded top, its huge form resembled some mammoth creature asleep in the warmth of the summer's day. Directly before them, as they gazed spell-bound, the glistening river, half-hidden, wound its devious way through the \'ale of Tempe to the sea beyond. W^hite and foaming where its angry waters were rudely compressed within the uplifted rocks that crowded close upon its banks, it became calm as the tranquil skies when greater breadth gave compass to the hurrying waters. Beside its banks, palms and stately plane trees spread their branches, and behind these, as a set- ting to the entrancing picture, olive trees and vivid evergreens and A-erdant shrubbery gave to the view a sylvan beauty. To the left, rising abruptly, the towering heights of Olympus — most noted of all the mountains of the world — appeared as if about to topple into the slumbering vale beneath. Near its base solitary cliffs, emulous of each other's height, projected their castellated towers, like stately sentinels, far into the blue of the unclouded sky. At the foot of the uplifted mountain, and as a stately fringe, huge oaks, old and moss-grown, raised their sturdy strength, while higher up in the vast stretches and i82 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE gloomy canyons of the solemn height, dense foliage hung in luxuriant masses to its rugged sides. Above, a fringe of pine trees circling the height showed black and ominous, enveloping the moun- tain-side as w^ith a pall. Beyond this, the soft verdure of the earth no longer clothed the dizzy height, as if, having reached the limit of possible life, naught else remained. But still higher, and in rugged outline, great masses of crumbling granite, wrought in every fantastic form, supported the snow-clad summit of the mountain, which, seen in the crystal atmosphere against the deep blue of the far-off sky, seemed to float rather than rest in the ambient air. Such is and was Olympus, rising stern and threatening ten thousand feet from the picturesque vale beneath — and not like any other mountain of which we have knowledge, but seemingly alive, eternally listening, as if husband- ing the secrets of the mighty gods who for ages unknown watched the doings of men from its im- penetrable heights. "Is it amid the solitudes and soaring heights of Olympus that the gods of your country dwell?" Roxana whispered, looking with awe upon the great mountain. "Yes, Zeus, and with him other and lesser deities who respond to his all-powerful will," Alexander replied in a low voice, as if the attendant gods heard all he said. SHADOW OF OLYMPUS 183 "Do they control all things, think you?" she asked wonderingly, as if believing what he said might indeed be true. "Yes, and as they are pleased or angered the affairs of men and nations prosper or go to ruin." "If they be angered, how do you propitiate them?" she questioned, gazing with superstitious awe upon the mysterious mountain. "By invocations and sacrifices and the keeping of the observances they require of mortals." "And if they be not acceptable, how do the gods make their anger known?" she questioned. "In many ways, sweet Princess. By the misfor- tunes that befall us; by signs and omens; by the troubled sky and the thunder and lightning that accompany the tempest, for each in its way has a message of love or admonition. The entrails of animals also carry within their mysterious confines a message from the gods to those who can read them aright. The flight of birds," he went on, "has also a particular significance." "In what way?" "This morning, as I sacrificed," he explained, "an eagle hovering above the camp at last took its flight toward the rising sun — " "And what did that portend?" she interrupted. "That whatever may befall me or those I love, no harm will come of it." i84 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Then returning to the camp I may rest secure, knowing that no peril threatens you," she re- sponded, beheving all he said, so much are we im- pressed by love and the mighty forces of nature. "Yes, though I hold danger sweet, if through it I gain greater favour in your eyes," he smiled. "It were a cruel thing to exact such service for a thing of so little value. Nor do you need such ventures, as you well know, Iskender, to find favour in my eyes," she answered, the colour deepening in her face. "Oh heavenly Princess, sweetest of women, what witchcraft have you wrought in my heart that I should have but one impulse, one hope, one thought, and that to please you !" he cried with impassioned voice, his eyes aflame with love. " 'Tis but a fancy born of our strange meeting and the romance of the peaceful plain and slumber- ing mountains, and in a little while," she went on with melancholy voice, "you will find me not more to your liking than other women — and this I fear ere I have been a week at Pella." "Speak not to me of Pella," he cried impatiently, "for thought of its hates, its sycophants, and haunt- ing intrigues, sends a chill of ice to my heart. Here I am free, and here, beneath Zeus' mighty throne," he went on, lifting his arms to the sacred mountain, "I swear to be ever thus in my heart's dearest wish." ?3 SHADOW OF OLYMPUS 185 "And what is thy dearest wish ?" she murmured, leading him on, awed by the solemnity of his oath. "Thy love, thy heart, sweet woman," he cried, overcome by his passion. Blushing and hesitating, she questioned, prolong- ing the blissful moment — "Art sure 'tis love thou feelest, dearest?" "Yes, my life, my very soul." "No, 'tis but the romance of the blissful vale that stirs thee," she protested, as if still in doubt. "No, 'tis thee, gentle being — thou art my life — all that is dear. Deny me no longer, but tell me thou lovest me," he cried, throwing himself on his knees before her. Blushing, entranced, she hesitated no longer, but drawing him to her, whispered, "I love thee, dearest, as thou lovest me." Filled with indescribable happiness, he clasped her in his arms and kissed her blushing face again and again in all the rapture of love's fulfillment. "Now you are forever mine in sight of all the gods who hear our sacred vows, nor shall any power less great sever the bonds of love that bind us to each other !" "You forget, Iskender, that I am Persian and you are Greek, and that between our people there is deadly hatred," she said after a while, a cloud darkening her eyes. i86 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "1 care not, my sweet, for we wage not war on women, and our kings have ever wed whom their hearts desired," he proclaimed with upHfted face. Starting up, trembHng and affrighted, as she reaHzed the significance of his words, she cried: "Your kings ! What mean you by that ? Are you not the simple Prince you seem?" she gasped, -terror choking her utterance. Surprised, and ashamed of the deception that had before appeared so harmless and that now seemed so brutal, Alexander drew her to him and sought to calm her agitation. "No, sweet love," he was at last constrained to answer with sorrow- ful speech, "I am not what I have appeared, but Alexander, Philip's son. Nay, if you turn from me, if you repulse my love, I will disown the tie nor claim it more." "And thou are not Iskender?" she murmured, as one dazed, all her happiness of a moment before turned to despair. "If I deceived you, dear heart, it was only that I might be free, like other and happier men, to win your love, and afterward, as Alexander, nourish it forever." "Thou art not Iskender, my simple love, but heir to the mighty King whom Persia fears!" she sor- rowed, the tears that choked her voice showing her grief and deep regret. SHADOW OF OLYMPUS 187 "To you I am Iskender, whom you love and nothing more, and thus it shall ever be," he sought to reassure her. "No, no, they will disown you — put you to death ere countenancing so strange an alliance," she sobbed, covering her face. "No, the King may not oppose me in a thing like this, but should he I care not, for it will not change my purpose to make you my wife and queen, and this I swear before yonder listening gods." "Oh how blind I have been not to know that you were Alexander! How could you be aught else! And your country — nay the Companions who await you yonder — will cast you off, and I, I will have been the cause!" she grieved, her face wet with tears. "No, sweet love, I am rightful heir, and will reign were a thousand kings, nay the whole world, to say the contrary," he cried, pressing her to his heart. "Is it you, so gentle and loving, of whom men talk as with fear since the bloody field of Chero- nea?" she murmured with quavering voice, gazing into his eyes. "Are you truly Alexander or am I asleep and dreaming?" she went on, caressing his face, unable to think of him except as the Prince Iskender. "Yes, I am Alexander, sweet love, and as such men know me, and 'tis as such that the army and 1 88 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE my people believe me fitted to govern and lead them to new conquests ; and because of it I shall be free to choose my queen, as I shall, when king, be free to shape my destiny," he assured her, confident of the truth of what he said, little foreseeing the tragedies and vicissitudes of the future. "So you believe, brave heart, but persisting, you will be destroyed, cut off in a night as has so often happened with Persia's offending princes." "In such peril princes pass their lives, and 'tis their destiny, nor will loving you add to the danger I incur. Smile upon me, then, sweet being, and dismiss your fears, for from this hour our hearts and fortunes are forever united," he pleaded, his arms about her. "Thou dost persist then in loving me, me — a barbarian?" she smiled, overcome by her love and the fervour of his passion. "Heard'st thou not my oath to the mighty gods ?" he cried with fervent voice, clasping her to his heart. "Naught can change a vow thus made, my sweet, though the heavens fall and all men perish." Overcome, she whispered: "I cannot deny my heart, be thou Iskender or another, for my love went out to thee unsought when thy upturned face beamed confidence and strength in the midst of the Theban outlaws," she sobbed, throwing her arms about his neck. SHADOW OF OLYMPUS 189 "May the gods forever favour the wretched men who thus gave me opportunity to win thy love," he cried. "And may I still call thee Iskender, though thou be Alexander?" she sighed, as if therein lay her excuse for loving the heir to Macedonia's throne. "Call me what thou likest, dear heart, so that thou lovest me," he cried, silencing her questioning with a kiss. Thus loving, and with reassuring speech, the afternoon waned, which Alexander at last observ- ing cried out, regretfully: "See, sweet, the day has passed and 'tis time that you returned and I went forward on my errand." "No, you shall return with me, Iskender, or going, take the guard, for I need no one but Clear- chus," she implored, looking down on the lonely valley now cloaked with the sombre shadows of the mountains. "No, sweet, 'tis but a half hour's ride and I shall reach the ships ere the sun has set," he laughed, and, lifting the trumpet that hung at his side, sig- nalled Clearchus to bring up the waiting escort. "Form your guard about the Princess," he directed, as the sturdy soldier approached, "and return in all haste, for it will be dark ere you reach the camp." "Surely you will not go on unattended at this late hour?" the other protested, looking down with anxious eyes into the fast darkening vale. 190 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Why not, friend ? One might make the venture without spear or buckler, but armed, what have I to fear?" he laughed, as he helped Roxana to her horse. "Adieu till tomorrow, my own," he whis- pered, kissing her hand, and motioning Clearchus to proceed, he waited, watching with bated breath until the intervening trees hid his love from view. CHAPTER XVI THE OUTLAWED PRINCE Fearful lest he should be refused permission to accompany Alexander further, Lysimachus had meanwhile slyly detached himself from the group of waiting officers and set out in advance of the Prince to make his way to the waiting ships. Tra- versing the sylvan vale with confident air, he, ever and anon, in emulation of the Greek heroes, grasped his spear, and, spurring his horse into a gallop, would, in fervent fancy, transfix some imaginary foe who opposed his progress. Or, more exciting still, draw his ponderous sword and with skilful cut and thrust put to rout a score or more imag- inary enemies who threatened his life. Thus he went forward, greatly pleased with himself, un- horsing many brave opponents and cutting down many fierce assailants until, all unexpectedly, he was startled by a horseman who suddenly emerged from the dense shrubbery that bordered the pic- turesque road. Holding up his shield, the stranger ordered Lysimachus to halt, at which, greatly alarmed, the old man sought to fly, whereupon the other called with threatening voice : "Stay, stranger, ere I dull my weapon on your shining armour!" 192 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE Turning reluctantly, the face of the frightened pedagogue lengthened and paled beneath his glist- ening helmet. But as the horseman made no fur- ther offer of violence, Lysimachus cried out with reviving courage: "How dare you stay the King's messenger! Out of the way, knave, ere I run you through !" he con- cluded, with shaking voice, striking his shield a resounding blow with the shaft of his spear. "Softly, Elongus, dull not your armour with self- inflicted blows, but come with me, and peacefully, lest worse befall you." "Begone, rogue! Know that I am the Prince's tutor, and to stay me is to call down his wrath on your knavish head?" he blustered, as the other made no move. "Cimmerian gods, what kind of a Prince is he to need such guidance ! Come, yield, old man, with- out further speech, lest I spit thee as one would open the mouth of a shell-fish," the robber roared, with simulated rage, poising his spear. "Nay, I mean you no harm and crave only leave to pass, for anxious friends await my coming fur- ther on," Lysimachus pleaded, with quaking speech. "Know that I am Orestes, the Eagle of the moun- tain crag, a warrior bold, who serves no stripling prince, but Ossa, King of the slumbering vale! Yield, then, ere I pierce your heart !" he cried, gath- ering up his reins as if to charge. THE OUTLAWED PRINCE 193 "Nay, gooQ Orestes, thy wit is pretty but there is no such king as Ossa ; 'tis a mountain thou namest," the old man piped, backing away. "What, wretch, dost deny him for whom yonder height is named? Guard thyself, then, for I am upon thee !" the other chuckled behind his battered visor, and, clasping his spear, spurred upon the cowering pedagogue. But the latter making no move to defend himself, Orestes drew rein, ex- claiming: "Is it thus thou teachest thy Prince how to fight? Bah ! Come with me, weakling, and with schooling thou mayest make a poor cook to a real prince." "Nay, wait, I pray, the coming of my master," Lysimachus stammered, looking back, scarce able to keep his seat. "No, another will give him fitting welcome. Come!" the robber cried, laying hold of Lysim- achus' bridle; and caroling a mountain lay, they were quickly swallowed up in the dense under- growth that clothed the vale. Ignorant of Lysimachus' mishap, Alexander fol- lowed the winding road, unconscious of everything save that he loved and was beloved. Thus half the sylvan vale was traversed, when, coming at last upon a grassy spot, he saw in the path before him a stalwart horseman, fully armed, sitting at ease. Awakened to life, the Prince drew rein, seeing which the stranger spurred into the open, and, salu- 194 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE ting, called out with amiable voice, as he loosed his shield : "Throw down your arms and yield, stranger, or daring the open field, lose all hope of life." "Have I no chance, then, think you, in such encounter?" Alexander laughed. "No, those who contend with me never live to tell of the adventure," the other answered, soberly. "What manner of man are you, to boast thus in the presence of the mighty gods?" Alexander de- manded, impatiently, his gaze lifted to Olympus' towering heights. "I am Ossa, King of the mountain and lord of the peaceful vale, if it please you," the other ex- plained, as if it were so. "Own rather to the title of robber and outlaw, and as such I command you in the King's name to yield," Alexander cried, gathering up his reins. "And if I refuse, venturesome stranger?" "I will kill thee and so free the world of a scourge." "Nay, be not in such haste to lose your life, but yield as did your boasting tutor scarce half an hour ago," the robber smiled, indulgently. "What, have you snared that old and harmless man?" Alexander demanded, filled with surprise and rage. "Yes, and he is now peacefully cooking my sup- per, which you may share ere the vale is black with THE OUTLAWED PRINCE 195 night, if you will," the robber answered, thinking the other would yield, but caring little one way or the other, it was apparent. "By the gods who look down on us from yonder height, if he be cook he shall have no other carcass than thine to turn upon his spit !" and, lowering his spear, Alexander rushed headlong upon the outlaw chief. "Have it then if you will, vain man," the robber derided, lifting his shield and fixing his weapon. Rushing forward, Alexander directed his course as if meditating a direct attack, but nearing his huge adversary turned to one side, and thus, his weapon passing the other's guard, struck the robber a glancing blow upon his mailed breast; but use- lessly it seemed, for it did no other harm than to stir the now angered outlaw in his firm seat. Utter- ing a hoarse cry, the robber whirled to strike his enemy down, but the Prince, evading the stroke, circled the glade, awaiting a more favourable opening. Thus, the combat being on, Alexander lost no chance to attack his enemy, evading with skilful manoeuvre the thrust of the robber's mighty spear, but accomplishing nothing. Worn at last with the vain effort to reach the Prince with his ponderous weapon, the outlaw stood still, savagely eying the other and awaiting further attack. Impatient to end the struggle, for night was fast approaching. 196 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE Alexander retreated to the utmost limit of the glade, and, turning, urged his horse with voice and spur full upon his enemy. But the outlaw inter- posing his buckler, the Prince's spear, piercing its centre to the core, the weapon was shattered in his hand. Drawing his sword, Alexander, furious with rage, closed with his mighty foe, giving him no further chance to use his long and heavy weapon. Throwing away his spear, the robber drew his sword, and thus with clash of steel, whirling and circling, each sought an opening, their weapons flashing as they clashed in mid-air or fell with re- sounding blow upon the other's armour or uplifted shield. "Thou game-cock !" the robber cried, and evading Alexander's defence, raised his ponderous blade high in air and brought it down with a mighty stroke full upon the Prince's helmet. Stunned by the blow, the latter drew back, but quickly recovering, threw himself with redoubled fury upon his unharmed foe. Crowding upon his adver- sary with a fierce cry, the outlaw raised his weapon, and Alexander interposing his sword to stay the stroke, the massive blade of the robber fol- lowed with crushing force, breaking the lighter weapon short off in the Prince's hand. Thinking his victory assured, the outlaw rushed forward with an exultant shout to finish the combat with a stroke, but, evading the onslaught, Alex- THE COM CAT THE O UTLA WED PRINCE 197 ander released his battle-ax, and circling the plain, charged anew at headlong speed, full upon his in- vincible enemy. At this, Bucephalus, as if con- scious of his master's peril, lifted his feet high in air, and plunging forward, fell like a thunderbolt on the smaller steed of the robber chief, crushing it to the ground. His enemy thus exposed, Alex- ander, springing from his horse, beat down with blow on blow the other's upraised shield, and thus at last had him at his mercy. Stunned and un- armed, the robber king, unable to offer further defence, released his shield, and lying motionless on the ground, calmly awaited the cruel stroke. Observing his adversary's brave demeanour in this, the dire hour of death, Alexander, holding his battle-ax aloft, cried out in pity : "Yield, oh King, for you deserve a title no less exalted !" "Nay, kill me, for I, a Prince in my own coun- try, resisting Philip and all his army, may not sur- render to one of less exalted birth." "If that be all you ask, yield then, for I am of no less royal blood than he." "Then you are Amyntas — or more likely Alex- ander," the other gasped. "Yes — Alexander — ^your friend," the Prince smiled, grieved over the misfortunes of the unhappy chief. 198 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Then I may yield without dishonour, for he who overthrew the Sacred Band may well beat down the strength of a single arm," Ossa ex- claimed, rising to his feet. "It was not I who overcame you," Alexander excused, caressing Bucephalus, "but my horse who, as if knowing that in his sagacity lay my life, lifting himself as he came on, bore you to the ground." "He more resembled dragon than horse, and as he approached, high uplifted, his bloodshot eyes aflame, I thought a demon threatened me," Ossa said, eying the steed with undisguised admiration. "How does it happen, Prince," Alexander pres- ently inquired, "that you follow the calling of a robber when honourable service at arms only awaits the asking?" "The chief of a captive tribe, I fled with the rem- nant of my people to avoid death or slavery, and so outlawed and hunted, I became a robber, as you see. "Such has been the fate of many a brave man, but to you, if you will, I offer freedom and honour- able service in Philip's army if you care to change your mode of life," he said, eying with admiration the other's stalwart form. "Do you speak in truth, or only seek to try me?" Ossa asked, after some moments' pause, bewildered. THE O UTLA WED PRINCE 1 99 "In all sincerity, brave man, and those who fol- low you may find like service if they will." Surprised out of himself, the robber, overcome, was for a moment speechless, but after a while, controlling his emotion, kissed Alexander's mailed hand, exclaiming: "1 accept your offer, gracious Prince, for myself and my companions, thankful for the kindness." "Are you free to pledge your followers thus unreservedly ?" "Yes, for 'tis part of our tribal life that he who overcomes the head shall rule in his place, all yield- ing obedience to his successor ; and you, having con- quered, now become chief of right, and so may do as you like." Pleased at what he heard, Alexander inquired their number and whereabouts, for of man or horse there was no sign. "I know not their present number, oh Prince, but they await my coming, in the secure retreat of the band, far up the mountain-side." "And Lysimachus, whom you took captive, where is he? Surely you did not harm him in any way?" "No, you will find him unharmed and awaiting your coming." "Then let us lose no time in seeking him and those who follow you," Alexander said, mounting his horse and motioning the other to do the same. 14 CHAPTER XVII THE OUTLAWS The visit to the home of the outlaws, having been determined upon, as related in the preceding chap- ter, Alexander and the robber chief took their way up the steep mountain-side, the obscure path being scarce discernible in the fast gathering darkness. Reaching an open glade far up the height, they left their horses in charge of one of Ossa's fol- lowers, and resuming the ascent, presently reached a spreading rock, from the summit of which could be traced the valley far below, now filled with the mists and shadows of the night. Looking about him, Alexander discovered, at the opposite extrem- ity of the rock, a huge cavern opening into the mountain-side; and there, to his surprise, lights were to be seen and men of savage aspect cleaning their weapons, or occupied in preparing the even- ing meal. Facing the cave, Ossa uttered a shrill cry, whereupon the assembled outlaws, hastily aban- doning their several occupations, grasped their weapons and hastened to group themselves about him as if some pressing danger threatened. "Have you brought us the Prince to keep com- pany with his learned tutor ?" one of the most for- ward and repulsive of the robbers called out, crowd- 201 202 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE ing close to Alexander and scanning him in the uncertain light. "No, Prado, I have brought you a chief instead." "A chief!" "Yes." "How is that?" Prado asked, incredulously. "Having overcome me, your King, in fair fight, he becomes chief of right according to the ancient law of our tribe." "And did he so overcome you?" Prado said, scanning Alexander anew. "Yes, and having me at his mercy might have killed me had he been so inclined." "What did he do instead ?" Prado said, scowling, as if regretting Alexander's clemency. "He offered me service in Philip's army, and I accepting, he comes to make like offer to you, my followers, who now owe him obedience as your chief," Ossa exclaimed, looking about him. "Service in Philip's army! Food for Theban crows ! No, no, I'll have none of it !" Prado scorned, looking toward his companions, who stood staring. "What the new chief wills you must obey. 'Power to the Strongest !' Such is the oath and the sacred law of our tribe," Ossa commanded. "He overcame you by some trick, not in fair combat, for he is not stronger or braver than I, and so I will not yield now or at any time," Prado cried. THE OUTLAWS 203 "No one shall go save of his free will, for the King will have no tinwilling followers in his camp," Ossa explained. "Then* let your captor go his way, for we are freemen, not slaves, to be traded like Thracian mer- cenaries or Macedonian cattle," Prado responded, looking to those about him for approval. "Who made you leader, Prado, to speak for others?" Ossa asked, with stern displeasure. "But come, my comrades," he went on, with more amiable voice, "hungry men know not what is for their good. Let us eat and sleep, and tomorrow determine our minds." Meanwhile the Prince, paying little regard to what was said, had entered the cave, where he found Lysimachus with his face buried in his hands, overcome with grief and unconscious of all that had been said or done. Going to him, Alex- ander put his arms about the old man, and said, with gentle voice: "Cheer up, master, for I have come to take you hence." Hearing him, Lysimachus lifted his head, but seeing Alexander alone and apparently a prisoner like himself, fell to sobbing and trembling, crying out with choked voice : "My Achilles, my babe, have you, too, been over- come by these wretches?" "No, I am free and unharmed, as you see." 204 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Oh, sorry the hour that we parted from Clear- chus and the brave Companions!" the other sobbed. "Be not downhearted, master, for I come not as a captive but the honoured guest of these sturdy men, and you are free to return to your companions when and how you like." "How can that be and you here and alone?" "It is enough that I tell you, and tomorrow, ere the sun lights the valley's depths, you shall be again with your friends." Consoled and reassured, Lysimachus dried his tears, and supper being presently ready, all partook of the abundant fare. Afterward a couch of fra- grant boughs being prepared for Alexander and Lysimachus, they bade their host good-night, and seeking their beds, were soon lost in sleep. With the first glimpse of day, the bustle and preparation of the previous evening commenced anew ; and soon, the morning meal being served and quickly eaten, Ossa summoned his followers to the wide-spreading rock, and when all were assembled, addressed them: "Yesterday, my comrades, in open field and fair combat, as I have told you, this brave Prince over- threw me and held me at his mercy. Defeated, I yielded leadership to him as his of right. Now, as our chief, he offers us honourable service in the King's army, by which freedom we may escape our THE OUTLAWS 205 present degraded life, and being free," he went on, with broken voice, "reclaim our wives and children from servitude and slavery. Trusting the brave and generous Prince, I place myself at his disposal and appeal to you, companions and kinsmen, to do the same," and falling back, he took his place be- side the Prince, who stood gazing on the strange scene with curious interest. To this appeal there was no response, each man questioning Prado with a look, as if seeking his guidance. Responding to the silent call, the outlaw slowly pushed his way to the front of the gaping throng and, assured of the approval of those about him, turned his gaze on Ossa. "Whether the Prince conquered in fair fight as you say, or, failing in that, bewitched you, matters not ; he is not the strongest, and he who would rule must prove his worth where all may see and judge. Is not that the law — could there be any other?" he interrogated, turning confidently to those about him. "Yes, yes, if he be the strongest let him prove it," they shouted, lifting their weapons. "Who is there among you who will do battle for supremacy already fairly won?" Ossa asked, his face black with anger. "I, and overcoming him, will rule in your place," Prado responded, eying the other with derisive scorn. 2o6 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "No, rebel, thou shalt fight me instead," Ossa cried, white with rage, whipping out his sword. "Peace, Ossa; let it be as he desires, and after- ward no one shall abide the issue if he be not that way inclined," Alexander interposed, incensed at the insolence of Prado. "You shall not fight the thief, good master," Lysimachus screamed, hurrying to Alexander's side, "it were a shame and mockery of your rank. No, no, let us go our way, and another day we will return and mete out punishment to these savage outlaws." "Silence, Lysimachus, 'tis but a trial of strength and skill, and I may not evade the proffered combat, or show less courage than another man," Alex- ander said, and accepting the sword Ossa proflfered him in place of his own, broken in the combat the evening before, he advanced to the centre of the rock, where he calmly awaited his opponent. Prado, showing no less courage and resolution, hurried forward at the summons, and thus the two confronted each other while Orestes busied himself crowding the robber-horde to the mouth of the cave to make room for the combat. When in this way the wide platform had been cleared, the combatants advanced upon each other, their weapons emitting sparks of fire as they clashed, or glided to and fro with parry and thrust. In this manner the combat continued without sen- THE OUTLAWS 207 sible advantage to either, while those who watched held their breath in awe-struck silence, awaiting the outcome of the strange encounter. After a while Prado, thinking himself the stronger, and confident of victory, crowded forward, striving to beat down the blade of the other with skilful play, or wrest it forcibly from his hand. But Alexan- der, slowly giving way, kept up such show of strength and skill of weapon that the other, try as he would, could by no means reach him with his blade. Angered and surprised, Prado grew more vehement, and the struggle increasing in fury, the clash of their swords rang out on the morning air as stroke followed stroke like the sharp beat of the blacksmith's anvil. Backing away, as if unable to withstand the other's onslaught, Alexander, having at last measured his opponent's skill, or tiring of the contest, advanced in turn, rushing upon his enemy with such savage determination and dexter- ity of stroke that the robber could do nothing more than defend himself against the fierce assault. "Bah, the braggart can only back and parry," Ossa laughed, as he watched the flash of Alexan- der's sword. "There is not the Prince's like in all Macedonia, unless it be Clearchus, which I doubt," Lysimachus quavered, tears of joy filling his worn eyes as Alex- ander drove the now frightened robber before him. 2o8 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE At last, crowding Prado to the verge of the diff, Alexander, feigning a blow, caught the other's ex- tended sword with such strength and dexterity of wrist that the outlaw, losing hold of his weapon, it dropped harmlessly at his feet. The struggle thus happily terminated, Alexander turned, and raising his sword aloft, saluted Ossa with kindly smile. But Prado, maddened with rage and shame, seeing his enemy thus unguarded, stooped down, and grasping his weapon, rushed upon the Prince to thrust him in the back. At this a cry of horror arose from those who watched, and Alexander, divining the cause, sprang forward, and so avoided the cowardly blow. Turning, and taking fresh hold of his sword, he rushed upon the outlaw with a fearful cry, beating down his guard with vengeful force. In this extremity, Prado, in fear of his life, sprang back and, forgetful of the precipice behind him, plunged headlong, with a despairing cry, into the depths below. At this tragic and unexpected ending, those who watched, taking no thought of the outlaw's fate, rushed forward and, falling on their knees before the Prince, exclaimed: "Hail chief and master !" "No, Ossa is your chief and shall so remain," Alexander commanded, looking down into the up- turned faces before him. "But if you would serve the King as he has pledged, swear upon this up- THE OUTLAWS 209 lifted sword to be true and loyal subjects," raising his weapon aloft as he spoke. Responding as one man, with raised weapons, they cried : "We swear!" It being thus happily determined, Ossa and his followers at once busied themselves preparing for the immediate departure of the band. While they were thus engaged, Alexander approached the edge of the cliff and, looking down into the slumbering vale, was surprised to discover a body of the Com- panions standing in confused and disordered ranks on the bank of the glistening river. Amazed at what he saw, and unable to account for their pres- ence, he grasped a trumpet and, placing it to his lips, blew the King's call "to arms." Then wait- ing a moment, while the Companions stood still, looking about them in surprise and amazement, not knowing from whence the sound proceeded, he thrice repeated the Prince's signal. This reaching the bewildered men and assuring them of the safety of their leader, they gave a mighty shout which, lifted in the still air, came at last to Alexander's ears like a whisper from the valley beneath. Re- assured, he turned to Ossa with smiling coun- tenance, exclaiming: "Come, let us descend; your companions can fol- low at their leisure." "Nay, they are ready and waiting to a man," Ossa pointed, with glowing face, to the men who 2IO ALEXANDER THE PRINCE stood in column within the cave; "and see, they come to you not untrained, but skilled soldiers, ready to take their places in the ranks without in- struction of any kind!" Smiling his approval, Alexander saluted them with upraised sword, and without further word began the descent of the mountain, followed by Ossa's now jubilant band. Reaching the Compan- ions beside the river, they hailed the Prince's com- ing with frantic cries, gathering about him as if he were indeed their father. Smiling his thanks, and waving his hand toward Ossa's followers, he cried : "Behold, comrades, I come not empty-handed, but with this band of sturdy and loyal men for the King's army." Responding with a shout, they greeted with hearty welcome their new and strange compan- ions, which the latter, heeding, responded to with like cheers of comradeship. Impatient of delay, Alexander gave Ossa directions to lead his men to the water's edge and there await his coming, after which, placing himself at the head of the Companions, he set out at a gallop to meet and escort Roxana to the coast. Calling Clearchus to his side as they traversed the silent vale, Alexander asked, not unmixed with anger : THE OUTLAWS 211 "How does it happen that instead of guarding the camp I find you loitering idly by the river- bank?" "I know not, Prince, save it was there we met the sibyl of the vale, and she, vanishing ere her story was finished, we stood bewildered, not know- ing which way to turn," he answered, referring to the venerated prophetess, Arythrea, who had her home in the lonely valley. "Saw you the sibyl of the vale?" Alexander exclaimed, surprised at Clearchus' reference to the mysterious being. "Yes, Prince. Going forward in the early dawn, uncertain of purpose, we came upon her holding aloft a flaming torch, and it being a night of dreams, and woman foolishness, I halted, no way surprised at seeing her. At which, peering down from a projecting rock, she cried : 'He whom you seek sleeps not by the sea but in safety on the mountain heights;' and ere I could gain further speech, she quenched her torch and vanished like a mist in the uncertain light." "She has ever been a friend to the Macedonians, and more than once has warned our people of foes awaiting them in the recesses of these mountains," Alexander exclaimed; "but how comes it that you were there instead of guarding the camp as I com- manded?" 212 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "It was all the doings of the Princess Roxana, and by no will of mine," Clearchus said, with con- fident air, as if knowing the excuse would find favour in his master's eyes. "The Princess! What had she to do with it?" "This, good master, and I know not if I did right," Clearchus excused, as if in doubt; "but in the middle of the night I was awakened by a cry, and going to the door of my tent, found the Prin- cess attended by a single slave. Surprised out of my senses, I questioned her, and this was the story she told me : Retiring to her couch, worn with the fatigue of the day, she presently fell asleep, and doing so, dreamed that she followed you as you descended alone into the fast-darkening valley. Midway of the vale, as she watched, you were set upon by a gigantic robber, and fighting with un- equal strength of arm and weapon, were at last overcome and led away a captive into the depths of the mountain. Such was her story, and hearing it, I laughed ! At this, enraged, she burst into tears, crying out that if I did not at once set out in search of you she would arouse the whole camp with her cries. At last, frightened, I know not why, I donned my armour, and gathering and arm- ing a body of the Companions, set out in search of you as she commanded," Clearchus finished, eying the Prince, as if to ask if any part of the vision were true. THE OUTLAWS 213 "The dream \vas most strange, Clearchus, and as if conveying a message from the preserving gods," Alexander added, unconsciously, "for it was precisely as she dreamed, save that I overcame the robber, and he swearing fealty for himself and followers, I went with him to accept their oath in person.'' "Was the meeting a chance one, think you, or did the robber know of your coming?"' "He was on the watch, but the contest ending as I say, no harm followed," and musing on Roxana's strange dream, his heart filled with rapture, he hurried on, impatient to meet and welcome his love. CHAPTER XVIII VISIONS Closely followed by the Companions, and riding at full speed, Alexander came upon Clearchus and the marching column as they neared the entrance to the winding vale. Spurring to the side of Rox- ana, he threw himself from his horse, and taking her hand, pressed it to his lips, exclaiming, as he drew her to one side of the advancing array : "I hasten my coming, dear heart, to guide you through the enchanted valley, lest you lose some- thing of its beauty and the strangeness of the setting," "I feared I should not see you again until we reached the coast," she answered, smiling, her eyes all too plainly contradicting her words. "I should have rejoined you sooner had I been free," he excused. Listening to his voice, enchanted, her heart over- flowing with happiness, she murmured : "Tell me that you love me, Iskender." Smiling, he whispered, as he pressed her hand to his lips : "Yes, dear heart, I love thee, as thou knowest and as all the world shall know," IS 215 2i6 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE \\l\He they thus awaited the passing of the col- umn, hearing nothing and seeing nothing. Mith- rines approached, livid of face, his head swathed with bandages. Looking down from the drome- dar)' on which he rested, he cried with savage hate as he espied Alexander: "Today the gods protect you, but nothing shall long put off the hour of your undoing!'' and lift- ing himself, he half raised the javelin by his side, as if to hurl it at his enemy, but repenting of his purpose, passed on, his lowering face fixed in scowling hatred on the Prince and his companion. Trembling jmd affrighted, Roxana cried out, "^Miat new peril has this wretch contrived, Isken- der?" "^Miat matters his contri\-ing, sweetheart?" the other soothed. '"Tell me, dearest, was the %-ision of my sleep indeed true? " she suddenly asked, recalling her dream of the prerious night "In part, my love; but let us not waste the pre- cious hour with idle thoughts, lest you lose some part of this picturesque vale, for you must know that it is the glory of Greece, as it is the admira- tion of all men." " Tis thus you ever put me off. Iskender. nor tell me aught you think," she protested, unable to dis- miss Mithrines from her thoughts. But changing with the moment, as women sometimes will, she VISIONS 217 cast aside her fretful mood, crying out with cheer- ful voice, "Come, my love, I will sorrow no more, but delight with you in the beauty and strange- ness of all I see." And well she might, for in the presence of Olympus' majestic heights the affairs of men seemed trivial indeed. Yesterday she had viewed the mountain from a distance; now, near at hand, enveloped in fleecy clouds, it reared its dizzy height, causing her, as she gazed, to tremble and draw back in awesome fear. About the base and ascend- ing walls of the steep ascent, deep fissures and gloomy caverns seamed the rugged front, while farther up the mountain-side, precipices and canons, black as night, cut deep into the granite wall, dazing her senses, as she sought in vain to pierce their precipitous depths. Such was Olympus, amid whose solitudes outlaws and stricken slaves found a hiding-place, as in after times pious hermits sought its hidden caverns in which to pass their days in fasting and prayer; or now, in the vast cycles of time, these, too, having vanished, the mountain is once more given up to solitude and silence, as in the beginning of the world. "See, the mountain topples as if about to fall," Roxana cried, spurring her horse forward, trem- bling and dazed at the dizzy height, her face colour- less with fear. But presently reaching a seques- tered spot, belted about with trees and verdant 2i8 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE shrubbery, where greater breadth of valley gave rest to her overwrought nerves, she stayed her horse, and turning to Alexander with melting eyes, whispered: "In such a spot, dearest, one might pass a life- time and yet find it all too short — if love were there." Carried away by the solitude and sweetness of the sylvan dell, he put his arm about her and pressed his lips to hers, exclaiming: "Yes, 'tis as if Nature, exhausting all her treas- ures, had here contrived an enchanted spot for those who love." "It is amid such heights and slumbering valleys, Iskender, that I have my home, and more like a shepherdess than aught else," she murmured, en- tranced. "I would you were such in truth, love, and I a shepherd with naught beside my flocks and your sweet presence to claim my thoughts," he prayed. "Why is it not that way, Iskender, for what will become of our trusting love amid the world's fierce wars and the strivings of the great ? Surely it can have no ending save despair and death!" she grieved. "Say not so, love, for as I shall have strength to govern when I become King, so I shall have strength to make you my queen. And that ndther distrust nor the strivings of men may avail to VISIONS 219 thwart our wishes, let us suppHcate the gods, who look down on us from yonder height, to fulfill in this our hearts' desire," and kneeling, as simple peasants might have done, they raised their eyes to heaven, imploring the protection and favour of the all-powerful deity at whose throne they bowed. "Now, dearest," Alexander exclaimed, lifting her to her horse, "whatever may come, whether we be near each other or far apart, our love is sacred, and its constancy forever plighted in Zeus' favouring presence." "I will fear no longer, Iskender, nor deny my love its gentle impulse, but let it become my very life; or, if need be, the cloak that covers me when I die," and throwing her arms about his neck, she burst into tears, as if, despite her words, the wide gulf that parted them was ever present to her sor- rowing heart. Thus they plighted their faith anew, amid the stillness of the sylvan dell, unregardful of the fu- ture that loomed before them with its uncertain fortunes and tragic happenings. Meanwhile, the marching column, unmindful of Alexander and Roxana and their trusting love, kept on its way to the sea, and thus it approached a spot where the mountains, crowding close upon the foaming river, afforded only a narrow path for the passing troops. Here, beside a jutting rock that hung like an outstretched arm above the congested 220 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE road, Arythrea, the sacred prophetess of Olympus, dwelt in solitude. And now, as the noisy throng drew near, all eyes beheld her with wonder or af- fright, as suddenly emerging from her cave she stood revealed against the mountain-side. Of noble features and commanding height, the sacred priestess looked the accepted oracle of Zeus that she was. About her shrunken form she wore, as if in penitence, garments of wool and undressed goatskins, girt at the waist with a belt of serpent skins, the heads of the loathsome reptiles dangling at her knees. Of covering for her head she had none save the coarse gray hair which fell in dis- heveled masses about her neck and sloping shoul- ders. To the marching soldiers she made no sign save in welcome, but as the Persian nobles drew near, the prophetic spirit full upon her, she looked down upon Mithrines with scornful face, and lifting her arm, sternly bade him halt. Surprised and angered at her speech and man- ner, he cried out with contemptuous voice: "Hast thou something with which to tickle my swelling vanity, spirit of the night, or is thy mes- sage of sombre hue, and therefore more likelv to be true?" "Rail not, presumptuous man, despised of gods and men," she cried, her eyes resting with mourn- ful glance on his white face and recumbent figure. THE SIBYL VISIONS 221 Laughing, he held up his jewelled hand in deri- sion, crying out: "Delay not the march, beldam; out with thy story, for 'tis clear thou art nigh to bursting with splenetic humour." "Scoff not, betrayer of thy countrymen and will- ing slave of the Persian tyrant. He, too, thou shalt in time betray, but in punishment for thy many treacheries, so the fates decree, thou shalt end thy days, not in honour and happiness but alone and in exile, amid the savage solitudes of the North. There in the end, while thy parched lips shall cry mercy for men murdered and trusts be- trayed, hungry vultures shall tear thy flesh ere thy dimmed and sorrowing eyes are closed in death." "When, oh dragon of the air, shall all this come to pass?" Mithrines derided, pale of face. "Ere time has silvered thy raven locks or cooled thy poisoned blood, weak man; but all too long, though nothing thou plannest shall come to pass, save the betrayal of trusts bestowed on thee. No, not more fruitful shall be thy life than the vain efforts of yonder grinning corpse which, living, sought to do thy evil offices," she scorned, pointing her bony finger at the bloated form of Mithrines' attendant, which had been thrown alive into the foaming river by his three companions, and now, reappearing, floated with upturned visage in the whirlpool that seethed at the sibyl's feet. "See, 222 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE he comes to confront thee in thy pride and wicked- ness, vain man, as a warning from the gods who circumscribe thy acts. And of his companion in Hfe," she continued, "whom thou sent hither but yesterday on an errand of death, his mission, Hke the other, came to naught; and if thou wouldst be sure, go seek him by yonder curhng smoke, where thou shalt find his scattered bones, a prey to the devouring wolves," she proclaimed, pointing to a column of smoke in the forest near at hand. "Go thy way, weak man," she went on, with majestic mien, waving him off, "and pray the gods to cut short thy life ere the things I have told come true of thee." Uttering a curse, Mithrines struck the drome- dary upon which he reclined a cruel blow, casting a frightened glance as he passed at the floating corpse which slowly circled the eddying water. And as he looked, the head, uplifted, seemed to laugh at him in mockery from out its glazed and sunken eyes, giving to the face an air of such fiend- ish glee that Mithrines, uttering a frightful cry, fell back upon his couch as if stricken with death. "Is there truth in her prophecies, think you?" Clearchus asked, with open mouth, turning to Lysimachus, as they followed close upon Mithrines' heels. " 'Twere blaspheming the oracles of the gods to doubt it." VISIONS 223 ''She seemed to foretell the very things men talk about — the downfall of Sardis, and the destruc- tion of the Persian empire." "Such foretellings need not the gift of prophecy, if Alexander leads the way," Lysimachus boasted, as if the young Prince were already seated on the Persian throne. "Eye of Cyclops, 'tis as the sibyl said," Clear- chus cried, as he espied the body of Mithrines' at- tendant, as it circled the pool with half-upraised arms and staring eyes. "What meant she, Clearchus ?" " 'Twas but a figure of speech foretelling the fate of Mithrines and his creatures," Clearchus said, evading the old man's inquiry, "And the other?" "Yesterday, as I told you, Mithrines had three attendants — today he has but two. Canst read the riddle?" "And this one whom the wolves devoured?" " 'Twas the creature of Mithrines sent to warn the outlaw Ossa of the Prince's coming," Clear- chus growled, hurrying on with averted face. Alexander and Roxana presently nearing the overhanging rock, and the sibyl turning expectantly toward them, he pointed her out to his companion with the superstitious awe with which mankind in that age regarded those who exercised the gift of prophecy. 224 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "See, sweetheart, Arythrea, the prophetess of the vale, turns to greet us." "Can she truly foretell the things that are to come, think you?" "So it is said and believed by every one." "Will she have aught to say to us ?" Roxana in- quired, in fear, slowing her horse. "I know not; but when last I passed she looked down on me in silence, and when I would have lingered waved me on, as if to some good fortune ; and so it happily turned out, but today she seems less amiable of mood," he said, looking up and saluting the sibyl with reverent voice : "Hast thou not some message of love or admonition for thy children, venerated being?" he cried, as she smiled upon him. "No, I am but a prophetess of evil and have naught to say to those whose lives find favour in the sight of gods and men," and lifting up her arms as if in blessing, she turned and slowly en- tered the gloomy cavern. Drawing Roxana to him, they went forward in silence, until, emerging from the winding valley, they came in sight of the waiting vessels. "See, love, the ships await our coming!" Alex- ander exclaimed, with a sigh, as if regretting the haste. "While we have loitered by the way like truant children, everything has been made ready." VISIONS 225 "Yes; Clearchus has scarce given the soldiers time to breathe ere hurrying them and their be- longings aboard, in preparation for our departure." "At Ephesus the Persian officers were a week doing what he has accomplished in an hour," Rox- ana sighed, thinking of the supineness of her countrymen. "And so I would have had it here, love, but thus Clearchus has been taught, and so it is that the King's troops always come upon the enemy un- awares." "I pray my people may never meet them except in friendship," she replied, with foreboding voice. "Bactria, thy home, is far away, my love, and if destiny leads our armies there, those thou lov'st I promise thee shall be more free and honoured than under Persia's rule." "Oh, Iskender, you will see naught save that which is happiest for me," she chided, smiling her love. "Would you have it otherwise, dear heart? For if I were less fixed in my resolve, what hope is there that I should govern Macedon and its striving people. But being king, nay whatever I may be, every adverse thing shall yield, and so at last thou shalt share my life as thou now sharest my heart," he vowed, his arm encircling her. CHAPTER XIX THE LYEIAN On reaching the shore, Alexander gave orders for the immediate departure of the ships, first hav- ing ascertained that the augur's report was fa- vourable ; for in that age nothing was attempted by the Greeks if the omens were not propitious. "Examining the entrails of the slaughtered vic- tim," Clearchus explained, "Evenius found them perfect; but what was strange, as he held the throbbing heart in his open hand it suddenly con- tracted, and, to his amazement, emitted a fountain of blood, staining his sacred vestments." "What does he presage from that?" "A conflict of some kind." "With whom?" Alexander asked, incredulously, Macedonia being then at peace with all the world. "With the pirates of the Gulf, it may be." "Pirates?" "Yes, for they infest the coast like rats a de- serted fortress." "That cannot be, for the King long since swept the coast of all such pests," Alexander confidently asserted. "But the vermin breed like lice, and having been granted a respite while the King was occupied with 227 228 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE Grecian affairs, they have returned ravenous as wolves," Clearchus laughed, elated at the prospect of battle. "From whence heard you all this?" "From the sailors, and, believing what they told me, I have distributed the soldiers among the ships so that each may bear its share of the burden in the event of a conflict." "Like the skilful soldier you are," Alexander smiled in approval. "Nay, I deserve no praise, having done only what the captains advised." "On which ship have you placed the Persian Am- bassadors?" the Prince inquired. "On the Delphos, she they call the quadrireme," Clearchus explained with a grin, for vessels with four banks of oars were then new to the world, and the name still appeared awkward to him. "There you will fix the King's standard and as- sume command," Alexander directed. "But the other ships?" Clearchus questioned, de- lighted at the honour bestowed upon him. "Nearchus will command one of the triremes, and Hephestion the other. Let Perdiccas, Antigo- nus and Seleucus each command a bireme," he di- rected, thus indicating the number and character of the vessels in the fleet. Arrangements having been perfected in this manner, the Prince lost no time in escorting Rox- THE LYBIAN 229 ana to the waiting barge, and the sailors, bending to their oars, soon brought them to the side of the stately vessel. Mounting the wooden ladder, Alex- ander hastened to make such provision for his guests as the noble ship afforded; and in especial honour he placed Oxyartes and Roxana in the gilded cabins beneath the steersmen, that being the most commodious and least exposed part of the vessel. Having performed this act of hospitality, he led Roxana to a retired part of the deck, there to watch the departure of the fleet. Nor had they long to wait, for scarce had he shown himself when the signal to weigh anchor being given by Clearchus, the vessels were in a moment under way. Reach- ing the open sea, the ships took precedence accord- ing to their strength, the Delphos taking the lead, the triremes, with their three banks of oars and lesser force, closely following. Behind these the biremes with their two banks came in turn, and further on shallow transports carrying the bag- gage and camp-followers, the hungry horde filling the air with their discordant cries. As the fleet turned its face to the north, with uplifted sails and flashing oars, Roxana, enchanted with the enlivening spectacle, laid hold of Alex- ander, and calling to her father, exclaimed, with fervid voice: 230 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "If nothing more should come of our mission than what has already happened, surely we are well repaid for the long journey." "Let us hope, rather, my child, that its delights are but harbingers of success at Pella," he replied, his mind concerned with the outcome of his mission. "We must believe that it is so, father, for at Pella we shall have one exalted friend to frankly welcome us," she ventured. "Of whom do you speak, my child?" Oxyartes asked, in surprise. "Alexander — Philip's son," she blushed, catch- ing her breath. "Nay, child, 'tis a foolish thought, for the ambi- tion of Philip, the conquering King, is but a passing dream to Alexander's love of arms. Already the haughty Prince, impatient of restraint, bemoans his fate that the King will leave him no worlds to con- quer. Is it from such as he, think you, that Persia has aught to hope? No," he continued, with clouded brow, not noticing her pleading look, "Philip might not pursue the venture beyond the western confines of our empire, crippled with wounds and occupied with affairs at home, but nothing will stay the hand of Alexander once he enters Asia." Unable longer to conceal her plighted troth, or the identity of the Prince to whom her love was pledged, she cried: THE LYBIAN 231 "Yes, father, I will stay his hand — for he who stands beside you — to whom we owe so much — is — Alexander — Alexander. To him I have plighted my troth, never to be severed save by death," she hurried on, with breathless earnestness, confident of the Prince's purpose and amiable intentions, so great does the power of trusting love exceed all other earthly things. Abashed at her disclosure, mindful of what he had said, Oxyartes, startled out of himself, stood humiliated, overwhelmed by the conflicting thoughts that stirred his heart. At last, gaining some mas- tery over his agitation, he would have fallen on his knees before the Sovereign Prince had not Alex- ander stayed him with smiling countenance, ex- claiming : "I may not change the fixed policy of the King, and can but follow where he leads; but for Bac- tria, which is a friendly ally rather than a part of Persia, you, Oxyartes, have naught to fear — and this I pledge you in all honour and sincerity." Responding with halting speech, no way com- forted by Alexander's conciliatory words, Oxyartes said: "From you, exalted Prince, I could expect no less favour, but it is as the envoy of the great King that I am here to avert, if I may, the mighty war that threatens him. 'Tis for such purpose 16 232 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE that he sends me, and it is this that engages all my thoughts and energies." "For Philip I can give no pledge, gracious Prince, nor for myself, being King, for it is not given to men to stay the hand of destiny. But for you and those you love, I pledge you peace and honour. And of her I would make my queen," he smiled, his arm about Roxana, " 'tis as she has said; and having won her as a soldier, I will wear her as a king." To this Oxyartes for a long time made no answer, overcome by his emotions, but at last, gaining voice, exclaimed: "Philip, your father, generous Prince, will stand opposed to such a union with all his strength, for to him it will appear a shameful mesalliance; and should you persist he will name another to succeed him, for such marriage will by no means fit with his great ambition or the hopes of his dynasty." "No one, nor all men, shall cheat me of the crown. King by right of birth and expectation, no power shall keep me from the throne once it is vacant," Alexander cried, aroused. While they were thus discussing the future, fraught with so many uncertainties and perils, the ships, responding to outstretched sail and meas- ured oar, approached a jutting headland, upon which the sailors saw, at first with curiosity and THE LYBIAN 233 then dismay, slender columns of smoke ascending from the wooded ground. " 'Twas thus the pirates were wont in former days to convey information of passing ships," Alexander said, aside, to Clearchus, on the latter's calling his attention to the strange spectacle. "Such is still their custom, it would appear. Prince." "Think you so?" "See, there are six columns of smoke." "One for each of our vessels!" "Could better proof be asked?" "And those to whom they signal ?" "They await us further on." "At the head of the Gulf, think you?" "No, in the open; and their sails may show on the horizon any moment if their strength warrants them in attacking us," Clearchus explained, repeat- ing the gossip of the sailors. "If that be true, lose no time in signalling the ships that follow to prepare for battle," Alexander commanded. Doing as he was told, there was soon heard throughout the fleet the clang of armour and the cries of men in preparation for the coming con- flict. And rightly, it appeared, for within the hour the pirate fleet could be plainly discerned on the northern horizon bearing down with all sails set. 234 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "It is as you foresaw, Clearchus," Alexander exclaimed, his gaze fixed on the approaching ves- sels. "Know you aught of this rover of the sea?" "Yes, 'tis Bordollis, the Lybian." "How know you that?" "From his crimson sails, which he cares not to hide." "How many ships do you make out ?" Alexander presently questioned, scanning the enemy's array. "Ten triremes and as many biremes." "He sails the sea as a king having a right," Alexander said, a note of admiration in his voice. "And such he is. Prince, but his kingdom being but a speck on the Lybian shore, he ekes out his slender revenue by unconcealed piracy," Clearchus explained, as if having his home on the sea. "As many others have done with less excuse," Alexander said, remembering the tolerance with which piracy was regarded by the world. "Yes, and as they will continue to do so long as half-savage men love gain, and mankind looks on approvingly," Clearchus answered, straining his eyes to make out the movements of the approach- ing fleet. As the ships of Bordollis approached, the pirate king extended his line to form a crescent, hoping, it was apparent, to envelop and crush Alexander's lesser number. Observing the movement, Alex- ander ordered the commanders of his fleet to form THE LYBIAN 235 a wedge behind the Delphos, leaving the trans- ports to follow at their leisure. Leaving Clearchus, Alexander hastened to in- spect the armament of the Delphos, with a view to making such further provision for the coming struggle as might be necessary. Ossa and his sturdy band, he discovered in waiting, placed behind the protecting walls on the upraised plat- form amidship, where concealed from the enemy's view they could be made available for attack or defence. Mounting to the iron cages that encircled the strong masts, he found these filled with armed men, and beside them projectiles ready to hurl upon the approaching enemy. Similarly, the covered way in the prow of the vessel was guarded by waiting soldiers supplied with missiles and pots of pitch which lay at hand ready to be hurled at the coming foe. Projecting from the extreme prow of the vessel, the ram — a cruel engine of destruc- tion sheathed with bronze — stood outstretched in the clear water like the nose of some monster of the deep. In ornamentation, back of this, an eagle spread its extended wings, flanked on either side by images of tigers with open mouths and glisten- ing teeth. Continuing his inspection the Prince found the protected sides of the vessel guarded by armed men, silent and expectant, awaiting with eager impa- tience the coming combat. Satisfied with the dispo- 236 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE sition made, he descended to the body of the vessel where the rowers, eight hundred in number, sat in ranks four deep, one above the other, their ankles chained to the benches on which they sat. Captives and slaves, the faces of the despairing creatures wore a stolid look, as of men without enterprise or hope, doomed to a life of degrading servitude. Stripped to the waist, their arms and bodies glis- tened in the dim light as they rose and fell with rhythmic order at the beginning and ending of every stroke. The more robust of the unhappy creatures filled the upper benches, where the long and carefully balanced oars needed greater strength of arm and body, the men of smaller stature occu- pying in their order the lower seats. Noting the vigour and strength of the crew, Alexander's face lighted with the satisfaction of a soldier, but to his eager scrutiny the dispirited men paid no heed, turning away their faces with looks of hatred and sullen discontent. Looking on in silence for a moment, Alexander sought an eminence where all could see, and, having caused the bugle to signal the rowers to cease their labour, he cried: "Comrades! Grecians! Alexander whom you hold in enmity, comes hither to greet and comfort you. A lover of brave men, he regards not birth or fortune in the stress of battle; and for your degraded and unhappy state he mourns as for fel- lowmen enslaved. Doomed to a life of servitude. THE LYBIAN 237 the hour of your redemption approaches if, happily, we overcome the pirate fleet of twenty sails which bears down upon us intent upon our destruction. Weaker than they in men and ships, we yet may conquer if you strive as one man; for upon you, men of sorrow, Grecians like myself, victims of our internal wars, victory will at last depend. Through you we may conquer, and conquering, the hour of your deliverance will strike, for from the moment BordoUis lowers his bloody standard I promise free- dom and honour to all who hear my voice." Hearing him, the sullen men sat still, astonish- ment and joy depriving them of utterance. Then, amidst the clang of chains and the sobs that burst from the throats of the enslaved crew as the thought of freedom stirred their hearts, a great shout went up that filled the ship and surrounding sea. Convinced of their united effort, Alexander saluted them with uplifted sword, and, cheering them with encouraging words, took his departure to carry like assurance to the other vessels of the fleet. And thus he passed from ship to ship, cheers and cries of happiness following him as he carried the tidings of coming freedom to the enslaved and despairing men. Returning to the Delphos, elated at what he had done and the hope of victory it held out, he hurried to Roxana, and taking her hand, conducted her, with many assuring words, to the room set apart 238 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE for sacred offices, where no harm could reach her during the conflict now at hand. "I, too, would don armour and fight by your side, master," Lysimachus quavered, as Alexander passed on his errand of love. "Arm yourself then, and defend the Princess, if need be, with these brave youths," he smiled saluting the waiting pages whom he directed to guard Roxana. Taking tender leave of her, he drew Demetrius aside, exclaiming: "Defend the Princess with your life, and if by chance we should be overcome in the coming con- flict, let her not fall alive into Bordollis' hands." "Think not of me in this hour of peril, Iskender," Roxana cried, divining his thoughts, "for if you fall I will not survive you. Go, confident in your strength, for I already see you victorious and the enemy in flight," and throwing her arms about his neck she kissed him with confiding love. Return- ing the soft caress, and comforting her with assur- ances of victory, he returned to the upper deck, where he found the Persian ambassadors armed and clad in steel awaiting his presence. "We come, exalted Prince," Oxyartes said as he approached, "to offer you our lives, happy that we can fight in a common cause." "We have not many swords, but all are at your command," Artabazus added, with modest air. THE LYBIAN 239 "Mithrines is missing from our number," Bessus excused, bending low before the Prince, "but not willingly, for striving but now to don his armour, despite our remonstrance, he fell forward in a faint, and so lies helpless on his couch." Graciously accepting their services, Alexander bade them stay where they were, the better to guard the Princess, or, if mishap occurred, to be at hand to make such disposition as need be. "Taking note of our new formation. Prince, Bordollis has changed his order of battle, drawing his ships together in a mass, hoping to run us down," Clearchus pointed out on Alexander's ap- proach. "I like that better, for now we can reach the enemy in a body, and so the quicker terminate the struggle," Alexander exclaimed, elated. "See, they lower their sails for attack, the yellow fiends crowding the deck with spear and dart as if all Lybia were present," Clearchus cried out, as the pirate fleet prepared for action. Looking back, Alexander surveyed the ships as they followed in order, and assured that every- thing was in readiness, he commanded the King's standard to be raised, whereupon the trumpeter, clapping his bugle to his lips, blew the signal for battle. At this, the Macedonian bowmen and darters, emerging from their concealment, let fly their arrows and javelins with deadly precision, the 240 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE engines of war meanwhile hurling balls and pots of burning pitch in quick succession on the crowded decks of the pirate fleet. Steering his vessel's course straight for Bordollis' ship, Alexander sought to run her down, but the rover king, divin- ing his purpose, turned swiftly to one side and so evaded the deadly stroke. Missing the mark, the Delphos' ram struck with crushing blow the vessel that followed in Bordollis' wake, and splitting it asunder, the staunch ship went down with all its crew ere the assailing vessel could wholly free itself from the tangled wreck. Backing and circling, giving little thought to the ships that threatened on every hand, the Delphos, under Clearchus' skilful guidance, lay at last beside that of the pirate chief. Making fast with grappling irons, Alexander, with the Companions, sprang upon the enemy's deck, but the pirate crew, no less resolute, crowding the vessel's side, beat them back with upraised weapons and savage cries. But fruitlessly, for at last, Alexander and those about him gaining a foothold, they swept the decks with their long swords, beat- ing down the shorter weapons of the opposing foe who, fighting in a disorganized mass, could by no means withstand the orderly assault. At this Bor- dollis, who fought in the fore of his vessel, seeing Alexander some way off, pushed forward to con- front him, seeking to end the struggle by single combat. And the Prince, recognizing his august 2 THE LYBIAN 241 foe by his blood-red plume, disregarding all lesser enemies, directed his steps straight for the Lybian King. Meeting in the middle of the ship, they rushed upon each other without pause or speech of any kind; but it presently appearing that Alex- ander fought with greater heart and strength of arm, and being the more skilful swordsman, the conflict terminated after a short struggle with Bordollis' death. At this sudden and unexpected ending, the con- flict between the contending forces, which for the moment had ceased as if by common consent, began afresh. But Bordollis' followers, disheartened and losing hope with the death of their chief, slowly retreated to the ship's side where, after some slight resistance, they turned and sprang into the sea, hoping to gain the shelter of a friendly vessel. Striking down Bordollis' standard, while the air yet rang with the cry of victory, Alexander led his followers back to his own vessel, to find an enemy's ship grappled to its side. Looking down on the pirate's deck he beheld a sight that thrilled him to the heart, for in the midst of the conflict, back to back, the Persian nobles fought, their swords flashing as they bravely de- fended themselves, or struck down an opposing foe. And suddenly, while he gazed, the pipes of the hungry horde smote upon his ear, as the wasted forms of the masterless men mounted the side of 242 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE the pirate ship, and without order or command of any kind, fell upon the astonished foe with such weapons as they had. Cheered by what he saw, Alexander turned to his own ship, and in its centre beheld Roxana standing alone with white and anxious face, watching her father as he struggled in the midst of his savage enemies. Surprised and alarmed, he looked about for Demetrius and the at- tendant pages, to presently discover them fighting at the ship's side, shoulder to shoulder with Ossa and his brave companions. Stirred to the heart, Alexander sprang upon the deck of the pirate ship, followed by the Companions, but at his coming the outlaws, assailed from every quarter, losing hope, gave up the struggle, and mounting the ship's side leaped into the sea. Rallying his followers with sound of trumpet, Alexander returned to the Delphos, directing its course to where the conflict still continued. But the disheartened pirates, cowed by the fall of Bor- dollis and the dreadful havoc of the conflict, seeing the Delphos with its greater armament bearing down upon them unharmed, hoisted all sail and steered for the open sea. Circling the wreckage that strewed the water, Alexander signalled the fleet to pursue the flying enemy, which summons being instantly obeyed, the chase began, ending, as the day closed, with the capture of all save one of Bordollis' ships. Signalling the recall, the crippled THE LYBIAN 243 vessels with the captive ships made their way to the friendly shore where, after the dead and wounded had been cared for, fitting sacrifices and oblations were offered to Poseidon, the god of the sea, for the great victory vouchsafed the King's arms. CHAPTER XX THE BROTHERS On the third morning after the destruction of Bordollis' fleet, the hberated slaves, arraying them- selves in linen tunics, hastened to the mainland, as if only thus could they be sure that they were free. There, as on the two preceding days, they gave themselves up to frolicsome play, running and leap- ing in wild abandonment. And as memories of the past recurred to them, a stadium was formed, and its boundaries marked according to the customs of the Grecian world. Here the younger and more fleet of foot, animated by the applause of those who watched, sought to outrival each other in running the prescribed distance, while to one side the more stalwart and strong of arm threw the discus in generous rivalry. Ruder men, emulous of their neighbours, tried their skill and strength in boxing and wrestling ; those who had once been soldiers or followers of the sea, taking ground apart, fought mimic battles, or, fixing targets, tried their skill anew with bow and javelin. Men of weaker frame or melancholy mood, threw themselves down beside the murmuring sea to gaze with tear-dimmed eyes on Olynthus' crumbling ruins, from whence they had years ago been cruelly enslaved. 245 246 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE The Companions, impatient of restraint, aban- doning the crowded ships, had formed a camp shaded by spreading trees, and here, beneath the silken canopy of Alexander's tent on the morning in question, Demetrius sat contentedly burnishing the helmet of his master. "Why waste your time, my child, on that seamed and battered casque?" Clearchus queried, derisively, stopping on his way, attracted by the youth's un- wonted industry. " 'Twas worn by the Prince when he slew Bor- dollis, and so I begged it of him as a gift." "I thought not of its value as a relic, and you do well to keep it as a memento of the bloody fray," Clearchus sentimentalized. "Yes, it tells a story, and some day, when I can wear it, I will have these dents filled with molten gold — all save this," he added, indicating one near the edge of the helmet. "Why save that?" "It was a wicked stroke, and had it been a little lower all our joy would now be turned to tears." "Because of that I would the sooner hide it, lest seeing it always you lose favour with the gods for cursing the dead pirates." "Such cursing would be idle, for the blow did not come from a follower of Bordollis." "Eye of Cyclops, 'twas a careless friend to handle his weapon so loosely. But it sometimes happens THE BROTHERS 247 that the flying spear wounds a comrade ere it reaches the hated foe," Clearchus philosophized. " 'Twas not a spear that made the scar, but an arrow tipped with steel, as you may see," holding the helmet up to view. "Therefore the more likely to go astray, for no one can be held responsible for so uncertain a thing as the flight of an arrow." " 'Twas shot by no friendly hand, Clearchus, nor did it go astray, save that striking too high it pierced the Prince's helmet instead of the gorget about his throat." "God of gods, who then, drew the bow?" Clear- chus gasped. "A creature of Mithrines, and no one else." "A creature of Mithrines!" "Yes." "How know you this?" "I know, for I killed him; and here is the bow he used — of Sardis make," Demetrius said, holding up the weapon. "Then give it to me, for it may do a like service for Mithrines himself," the other cried, laying hold of the weapon with savage determination. "Be more quick than I, then, lest another time the Prince be not so fortunate." "Fear not that the arrow will go astray; but tell me how it chanced that you were near when the creature sousfht to kill the Prince." 17 248 ALEXANDER THE PRIXCE "Hush! Do not cr>- out so, for our master will have nothing said or done that can vex Ch^artes," Demetrius cautioned, looking about him warily. "You are a wise youth, Demetrius, and fitly chosen for a place about the Prince's person; but go on, and low, if you wiU, lest a cricket hear and spread the news." "AMien Bordollis' ships drew near," Demetrius b^ran, no way loth, it was apparent, to tell the story, "the Prince summoned the pages and bade us guard the Princess' person with our lives; but no sooner did the Delphos touch Bordollis' ship than all ^\-as changed. For, hearing Ae Prince's en- as he sprang upon the pirate's deck, she turned upon us with sucli a burst of rage as I never heard before from woman's lips : Is it for such service,' she scorned, white of face, 'that you were bom? Do men \\-ith arms in Macedonia stand idly about a worthless woman when their companions fight for life and honour? Children! Babies! Shame upon you, for you must know I fear the strife of battle no more than the sun's heat! Come with me, then, if you be fit to breathe in woman's presence or live in men's regard,' and motioning us aside she mounted to the upper deck, we following with downcast faces as if gTiilt\- of some unmanly act" "I would not have believed it of the dainty thing," Qearchus murmured, looking away to where Alex- THE BROTHERS 249 ander and the Princess stood beneath a spreading elm, gazing on the animated scene. "Reaching the deck," Demetrius continued, "her eye sought out the Prince, and seeing his waving plumes she smiled; but while she looked her eyes fell upon ^Mithrines' slave who stood upon our deck calmly fitting a feathered arrow to his bow. Xo sooner did she espy him than she turned to me in terror, crying out: 'Quick, hasten to him, Demet- rius, and see that he does no treacherous thing !' " "Eye of Cyclops, she has sense as well as courage." "Hurrying to do as she commanded, I was yet too late to stay the wretch's hand, but ere he could fit another arrow to his bow I drew my sword and thrust him through the body." "And what did the Princess do next, the dear thing?" Clearchus urged. "She called me to her and placed this chain of gold about my neck, and taking me in her arms kissed me on both my cheeks," he said, blushing. "I would it had been me, Demetrius." "Then looking about her and seeing Ossa con- tending against a double force, she turned to the waiting pages, exclaiming: 'Quick, hasten to his aid, for I need you no longer,' and waving us away she took her station amidship, where she watched the conflict till it closed." 250 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Fit mate for a soldier — ^but softly, Demetrius; here comes the Prince and the brave Roxana." "Greeting and love, Clearchus," Alexander smiled, as he approached; "five vessels captured, and a sixth burned to the water's edge bear evidence of your wise guidance and bravery." "The poorest do well. Prince, when bravely led." "You were skilled in war ere I was born," Alex- ander laughed. "But now in recompense for our striving, it has been arranged that today shall be given up to the pleasure of the chase; and to you, Clearchus, it falls to make the necessary prepara- tions." Turning to the Persian envoys who had meanwhile joined the little group, he said: "I trust you will honour us with your presence." "With all pleasure. Prince, and thank you for the favour," Oxyartes responded, delighted. "In this excursion I hope you will be afforded such adventure as you would find in the mountains of Bactria or the wilds of the Sacean country, if we are fortunate in our quest," Alexander smiled. "That we can hardly hope for, I fear," Artabazus contended, amiably, "unless, indeed, our Asiatic lion haunts these desolate wilds." "In early days the beast was as common as the wolf and bear, and now, our. wars having given the animal some respite, they are as plentiful as when Xerxes sought in vain to save his camels from their hungry jaws." THE BROTHERS 251 Expressing their astonishment and deHght, the Persian envoys presently took their leave to prepare for the day's sport, whereupon, Alexander, turning to Roxana, said: "You, sweetheart, shall watch the hunt from the back of your faithful dromedary that you may be spared fatigue or fear of accident." "Would you put me on the back of a camel after what you have told us of the fate of Xerxes' beasts of burden? Fie! I thought you more tender of me!" she laughed, as she hurried away, delighted, to make ready for the chase. At the time of which we write, the shores of the Thermaic Gulf (now the Gulf of Salonica), were given up to solitude and the haunt of savage animals, Philip's wars and the scourge of outlaws and marauding bands having driven the inhabi- tants to seek other and quieter homes. It was amid these wastes, so dear to the heart of the hunter, that the gay cavalcade presently set out in quest of pleasure and adventure. Reaching the edge of the forest, those who were to take part in the hunt dismounted and armed themselves with such weapons as the nature of the sport required. "Am I set apart to guard the Princess while others join the kingly sport?" Lysimachus com- plained with simulated rage, seeing himself neg- lected. 252 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Let him go, Prince," Clearchus derided; "the hunt were a poor thing without him, and I need not his aid to guard the Princess." Alarmed that his words should be taken seriously, Lysimachus called out with shaking voice ere an- other could speak: "You could do little I fear, Clearchus, were some fierce beast, perhaps a score of them, to assail the hapless Princess." "Let him go if he wishes, Prince, for I need no other protection than Clearchus' strong arm," Rox- ana spoke up inattentively, thinking she favoured Lysimachus' wishes. "No, Princess, he must remain, lest, as he says, some vengeful beast breaking through endanger your life," Alexander said with sober face, respect- ing the fears of his aged tutor. Greatly relieved, Lysimachus drew his cloak about him, exclaiming with feigned regret: "Be it as you will, master, for I have no mind when women are concerned." "I would I could share your contentment," Clear- chus growled, impatient at being left behind. Soon, every one having been assigned his place, the hunters entered the forest from a remote part of which the cries of the runners-in could be plainly heard as they drove the frightened animals before them. Taking the course assigned him, Alexander made his way through the tangled woods, but meet- THE BROTHERS 253 ing with no adventure he thought to turn his steps in another direction when suddenly the under- growth near him parted, and a Hon, wild with fear, broke into the open. Seeing him it stopped, for however fierce these formidable animals may be when assailed or driven by hunger, they have such fear of man at other times that they will by no means attack him or stand to await his movements. Eying the Prince for a moment, the startled crea- ture turned to fly, upon which Alexander, lifting his bow, let fly an arrow, but without harm save to wound the animal. Feeling the smart the lion whirled about, and, sinking to the ground, eyed its enemy with savage intentness ; and presently, its rage increasing, it crept forward with sinuous step, hugging the ground as a cat approaches its prey. When in this way it had advanced some distance it stopped, and, giving voice to a savage roar, gath- ered itself for the final charge. Anticipating the movement, Alexander hurled his javelin at the quivering beast, but the missile striking no vital part, the now enraged animal sprang forward with dreadful leaps, as if shot from a catapult. Calmly awaiting the attack, Alexander received the beast on his projecting spear, but only to wound the crazed brute, its swift descent confusing his eye and diverting the final stroke. Borne back by the onslaught, Alexander grasped his hunting knife, holding the enraged creature at bay with his dis- 254 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE engaged arm, about which he had wrapped his cloak as was the fashion with those who hunted this formidable beast. While he was thus engaged, Clearchus, who had been sent forward by Roxana to guard his master in disregard of the latter's orders, came up un- perceived ; and beholding the approaching struggle, stopped short to await the issue, fearful of Alex- ander's anger if he showed himself. As he stood waiting, impatient of the outcome, a movement in the undergrowth to one side caught his eye, and thinking an animal threatened the Prince from that direction, he drew his bow ready to let fly an arrow. But, to his amazement, instead of lurking beast, the white face and scowling visage of an attendant of Mithrines showed itself in the half-parted bushes. The intruder, perceiving Alexander's fixed atten- tion, after a moment's hesitation, advanced with cautious step near to the spot where the Prince stood awaiting the lion's onslaught. Here, taking firm hold of his hunting spear, he raised it aloft ■with dexterous motion ready to hurl at his unsus- pecting victim. But, while the weapon was poised for the dreadful stroke, Clearchus, drawing his bow to its utmost limit, let fly its iron-tipped arrow full at the assassin. And happily, for taking its swift and noiseless flight it buried itself to the feathered shaft in the body of the would-be murderer. .Ij^ :i . ■■-, ^ ' *:.;,^ ►aSPT'-. # ,j|^#* , ^ i ^•.a^?^<'*i» R l^^,^4*-« ^ ^v ^^^/" ^ ^ S^*'^.'v^-v . *' ■' "■ ■'' X ' iC?-*-^* i^JI TT^y" '^"'^1 . :^:^.f^ BL^'^IS WJ^' '^ ■' ' / ■■•k Br /^S i;3* • ^ ■ .^^ ^'a^^^ - •<* j^ <» •< .- . . ■ \-fi| 1 ""^m g^^Srf^ t^a \1 ^4.^^d ^^^ K kP '^-.I ^PpHP B^ ^^r^': ui #' --' k Ig,'"- .!.!& IC* ^f^ '1 1| > ■'4 THI-: LTOX HUXT THE BROTHERS 255 "Oh, Clearchus!" Roxana suddenly appearing, gasped in terror. "You here! Gods of gods, the Prince will kill me for having left your side !" Clearchus cried, pale with fright. "Think not of me, but hasten ere he is overcome by the savage beast," she cried, running forward. "Keep back, girl, or you will both be killed!" Clearchus screamed in deadly fear, forgetful of conventionalities, as he hurried to the Prince's as- sistance. But ere either could reach his side, Alexander, disengaging his hunting knife, and giving full sweep to the stroke, plunged the glittering blade to the handle in the animal's heart. Mortally stricken the beast relaxed its hold and sought to creep away, but exhausted with the effort fell dead beside the prince. Hastening to his side Roxana clasped him in her arms, fright depriving her of speech ; and he, sur- prised and terrified at her presence, held her fast, unconscious of everything save that she was there. " 'Tis only cowardice, Iskender, that overcomes me," she breathed, in excuse of her weakness, dis- engaging herself. "Whatever it may be, I love you the more for it," he responded with fervent speech. " 'Twas a foolish thing for you to attack a lion alone — in this hidden place, Iskender," she pro- tested, no way appeased. 2S6 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "There is little danger in such encounter, love, if the hunter keep firm hold of his knife and lose not heart," he laughed, but espying Clearchus, who looked on dejected from a distance, his brow dark- ened. "Is it as in the Vale, Clearchus, that dis- obeying my commands you still obey them by doing as the Princess orders ?" "Do not reproach him, Iskender, for I would not stay behind, and fortunate it was that he followed close upon you, for thus he was in time to ward off the deadly stroke Mithrines' creature threatened you." "What mean you by that, Roxana?" he said, look- ing about him. "Creeping up unawares the wretch sought to kill you as you faced the aroused lion, but Clearchus, observing the movement in time, killed him ere he could hurl his spear," she explained, pointing to the spot where the assassin lay. " 'Twas the lion, not me, he sought to kill, love," Alexander said in sorrow, when the circumstances were explained to him. "No, 'tis as I say," she insisted. "Yes, Prince, 'twas you he aimed at or may I never draw sword again," Clearchus witnessed. Believing them to have been mistaken, Alexander hurried to the side of the unfortunate man, and kneeling, lifted his head, and discovering sign of life loosed the drinking horn about his waist, flood- THE BROTHERS 257 ing the face of the unconscious man with its re- freshing contents. Revived, the other opened his eyes, staring about him bewildered, but at last fixing his gaze upon Alexander and recognizing him, uttered a frightful cry, striving to push him off. But the Prince, giving him no heed, con- tinued to bathe his face, soothing his agitation with kindly words. Seeing this, the other presently lay still, and fixing his fast-fading eyes upon Alex- ander's face murmured : "Know you not, son of Philip, that I sought to kill you — yes, as my three brothers each in turn have sought before me — but all in vain?" he groaned, pressing his hand to his wounded breast. "What cause of anger had you against me, un- happy man; surely I have never wronged you?" Alexander questioned, scrutinizing the other's features. "No; 'twas Philip the King we hated, not you," the assassin choked. "The King ! And wherefore ?" "For a deadly wrong, and one past all redress. But water ! water ! Prince, for I must not die till I confess my sin against you," he moaned, his fea- tures gray and sunken with approaching death. Bathing his face and moistening his parched lips the wretched man revived, and half raising himself, continued: "The wrong we suffered was at the siege of Byzantium, where I and my three brothers 258 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE foc^t in the Kill's ranks. Tlnis, when the figfat- ii^ aiHl skirmishing had gcme cm for we^s, my tHX>diers and I being sent away on schik prising da^ as we thoagfat, the Chiliarch and his creatores, in our absoice, breaking in on cmr miprotected wives, bare them in triumph to Aeir tents. Seddi^ to regain dion and revenge the wtcm^ we killed die (^Bcer and aU who aided him in the THpe." '■^Velll"' Alexander internqtted, a note of satis- faction in his voice. "Fw, our oath of vengeance tmfulfilled. Twas cowardly to seek ytmr death," he went on weaHy. striving to fix his fast-fading eyes on the Prince's face, "but you will pardon — ^for we were crazed — crazed — sorrowii^ for our lost loves — demented — no longer men," he gasped, sinking back. THE BROTHERS 259 His eyes clouded with tears, Alexander, striving to soothe the dying man, murmured : "Ask not pardon of me, but of the gods of our country, for only they can avail those vv'ho sorrow." Hearing him and no longer able to speak, the dying man fixed his dimmed and sorrowing eyes on Olympus' sacred heights, and whispering a prayer to the gods for pardon, yielded up his life in the Prince's arms. Overcome, Alexander released the body and cov- ering it with his cloak, bade Clearchus provide it fitting sepulchre. Then saluting the dead with up- lifted sword, as if he had met death in his country's service, he turned to Roxana and putting his arm about her, led her sobbing from the gloomy forest. CHAPTER XXI THE KI^'G 5 HUNTING LODGE Ox returning to camp, saddened by the events of the afternoon, Alexander gave orders for the immediate departure of the fleet, and accordingly, in the early night, anchors were weighed, and the ships responding to sail and oar glided once more into the open v.aters of the Gulf. Turning their prov.s to the north, those v.ho looked could see, far to the east, Athos' lonely heights, a speck on the moonlit waters. Xear at hand tlte plains of Chal- cidice, where a little v.-hile before populous cities and smiling villages everj-Avhere met the eye, only the cries of savage animals now disturbed the silence of the night. Xot that Philip, in Ava sting the fertile coimtrj', was more cruel than men of that warlike age, but that his aims were greater, and the means he u=ed commensurate with the objects to be accomplished. Others dreamed of security 261 262 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE and peace without unity, he alone recognized that it was a delusion ; and while his Grecian neighbours wrangled over their rights as petty states, he, far- seeing and masterful, would have brought all under subjection to a common government. But Alex- ander, forgetful of his ambitious aims, no longer dreamed of men or conquests, but of Roxana, his love; and in this mood he saw, beyond the Persian border, only her image, and seeing it in the golden light of love, the conquest of the country so long dreamed of was forgotten in the happiness of the present moment. But the Persian King, intent upon the preservation of his throne, sought in every way the destruction of Macedonia and its kingly house and in pursuance of this gave from his hoarded treasures aid to all who could in any way further his aims. It was in this spirit that he used Mithrines, and that despicable creature, baffled for the moment in his attempts on Alexander's life, looked forward impatiently to his arrival at Pella for a more favourable opportunity. There, amid the strivings of rival princes and the bitter hatreds of jealous women, he confidently expected to be able to accomplish both Philip's and Alexander's de- struction. Divining this, Roxana, in her jealous love, sought to warn and guard the Prince, but to her pleadings he only smiled or stilled them with a kiss. KING'S HUNTING LODGE 263 Such was the threatening aspect in Macedonia's kingly life when the Delphos, in advance of the at- tendant ships, leaving the noble Haliacmon, turned its sharp prow into the more placid waters of the Lydias. Alive to the beauty and quietude of the scene, Alexander and Roxana, paying no heed to those about them, took their station in the prow of the vessel, from which point of vantage they watched the unfolding landscape with eager inter- est. "In the centre of the wide expanse spread out before us, love, lies Pella and our journey's end," Alexander sighed, as if wishing the capital were at the other end of the world. "And this that we behold is your country?" "And thine not less, sweetheart," he whispered. "Let us pray the gods, dear, that it may some- time be as you say." "Not sometime, but now, dearest?" "Let us not expect too much, my heart, but school ourselves to patience lest disappointed we die ere our love is consummated," she answered with troubled voice. "I have no patience in the thought that aught can put off our union, but if it be that the angry gods so decree, the final hour of our happiness must compensate for the loss," he smiled, striving to reassure her, disturbed by her forebodings. 18 264 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE Pressing his hand to her heart she looked out on the flower-strewn plain whereon no house or man appeared to mar the sylvan quiet. " 'Tis a restful spot, dearest, with no hint of war or aught to disturb nature's sweet content." "Yes, 'tis as the gods left it save where some shepherd guards his flocks or hunters stalk their game. But some day," he added, "farms and noble habitations will dot the verdant plain, now given up to solitude." "I like it best as it is, for man only disfigures nature's handiwork by his presence." "If that be true of men, 'tis not so of women, sweet Princess, as you will presently admit — if indeed the fairy is not frightened by our presence and hides her face behind the door," Clearchus here interposed with the freedom accorded him, scanning the river in his front. Making no reply, Alexander and Roxana stood still, well knowing that the hardy soldier would, in his own good time, explain the meaning of his mysterious words. Nor had they long to wait, for presently approaching an obscure place in the river, he shouted: "There it is. Princess, the very spot with its ambuscade and close cover of trees and willows." "What is it, Clearchus, for I can see nothing?" she cried. , KING'S HUNTING LODGE 265 "The abode of Eurydice, the fairy of the plain." "I can see no house nor sign of one; or does she Hve in some enchanted cave or hidden grotto?" Roxana laughed. "Come hither, for the hut is hidden by the under- growth from where you stand," he cried, and on the Prince and Roxana joining him on the elevated platform, he pointed out a rambling structure half hidden by willows and overhanging trees. "There, within that hut of stone, strong as a fortress and rough as the face of a beaten cliff, the fairy dwells," he went on, elated. "Alone, or has she some gentle companion to keep her company?" Roxana questioned, pleased at Clearchus' romantic description. "With her mother, who, stately and robed in black, with pale and melancholy visage, might well be chosen to guard the spirit world," Clearchus sentimentalized, as if reciting from a Grecian tragedy. "I know the hut well," Alexander laughed, turn- ing to Roxana, "and have often found shelter for the night beneath its hospitable roof when hunting in these wilds." "A lonely spot." "Yes, 'twas once the home of Alexander, the first King of that name, when Mardonius, Xerxes' general, held northern Greece in bondage. Here the brave King lived, unknown to every one save 266 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE his immediate followers, that he might be near the border of his kingdom and yet not have it thought that he v/as there." "Do the Macedonian kings still make use of the habitation?" Roxana asked, interested in the strange history of the building. "No, 'twas given up to bats and owls a hundred years ago." "And the fairies," Roxana laughed, turning to Clearchus. "Built by the great King," Clearchus rejoined with sententious gravity, "when his throne rocked like a reed in the wind, it now offers asylum to his forlorn and stricken descendants — for such, indeed, is its present use. Prince." "You jest, Clearchus, for the hut was long since abandoned." "Yes, but to be occupied anew as I say ; for 'twas there we carried Medius when stricken by Amyntas. Bearing him to the door, we were admitted by Eurydice, the fairy, when who should presently appear but her mother, the widow of Menetaus, the King's half brother — ^he who fell at the sacking of Olynthus," Clearchus abruptly concluded, as if not caring to be more explicit as to the manner of the Prince's death. "The Princess Parcledes! I knew not that she survived her husband." KING'S HUNTING LODGE 267 "I remember the Prince as if it were but yester- day, though many years have passed since he fled the country," Lysimachus, who had joined the group, here interposed with melancholy voice. "What manner of man was he?" Alexander asked, deeply interested. "A shapely, sad-eyed man, with flaxen hair and kingly mien; and one meriting a happier fortune." "What was his fortune?" Roxana queried. "Amyntas, his father, fearing for his life, sent him as a youth to Athens to be educated, and there, when Amyntas, the old King died and the throne became vacant, the Attic chatterers, for purposes of their own, encouraged him to lay claim to the Macedonian crown and thus it was," he concluded with hollow voice, "that he was brought into con- flict with Philip, to his undoing." " 'Tis his widow, the Princess Parcledes, who now occupies the hut, as I have told you," Clear- chus further explained. "It has always been thought that she was lost at Olynthus with her child Eurydice," Alexander said, surprised at what he heard. "So it has been believed, but Menetaus, being a wise and prudent man, and fearing a disastrous end to the siege, sent the Princess and his daughter to Athens. There they remained in strict seclusion, until recently Parcledes, petitioning Philip for per- mission to return to her own country, he gave her 268 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE this lodge for a habitation, promising her protection so long as she did not meddle with the affairs of State." "If what you say be true, Clearchus, 'twould be a discourteous act for us to pass her door without some kindly greeting," Alexander exclaimed, sig- nalling the ship to stop ; and on his command being obeyed, he turned to Roxana, saying: "Come, sweetheart, you shall accompany me, for 'tis a happy chance that throws these distressed and abandoned women across your gentle path," and bidding Clearchus accompany him, he helped Roxana to a place in the barge that had meantime been lowered from the ship's side. "The house seems strangely still and abandoned," Clearchus commented, peering forward as the boat pushed its way through the willows that hid the landing from view. "Not abandoned, but beset by outlaws," Alex- ander cried, looking away to a shaded lawn remote from the house, where the Princess and her daughter could be seen struggling amid a group of armed men. "Beard of Cyclops, not outlaws, Prince, but the Dardanian mercenaries who deserted the King's standard at Cheronea — and 'twas thought by Amyntas' conniving," Clearchus exclaimed, recog- nizing the marauders by their weapons and peculiar dress. KING'S HUNTING LODGE 269 Grasping the bugle that hung by his side, Alex- ander blew the call of the Companions, and not waiting for the barge to come to land, leaped into the shallow stream, followed by Clearchus. But the Dardanians, recognizing the call and its dire import, did not wait to ascertain the strength of the attacking -force, but mounting their horses sought safety in instant flight. Hastening to the side of Parcledes and her daughter, Alexander sought to comfort them with soothing words and promises of protection. And the Princess, presently recogniz- ing him by some word of Clearchus, fell on her knees, and pulling her daughter down beside her, covered his hands with tears and kisses as she struggled to find words to express her gratitude. "Do not kneel, cousins," Alexander soothed with gentle speech as he lifted them to their feet, "nor thank me in your distress, for our royal house has not so many princesses that those bereft and un- happy should lack the protection of their kindred," and supporting the trembling form of Parcledes he presented her to Roxana who had followed, say- ing: "This, cousin, is the daughter of the Persian Ambassador who accompanies him as the King's guest. Take her into your heart of hearts as you would that another should do were Eurydice, like her, in a strange and far-off country." 270 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "You are most welcome, and glad I am to be the first to greet you," she smiled, embracing Roxana. "This is my child," she went on, putting Eurydice's hand in hers. "We are one in our lonely life, and she joins with me in extending to you every hos- pitable and loving office in our power to bestow." Expressing her thanks, deeply grateful, Roxana put her arm about Eurydice, and by her gentle ways and tender sympathies so won upon the young Princess ere they reached the cover of the house, that the love and confidence of the beautiful girl was thenceforth all her own. "How comes it, cousin, that you live thus isolated and unguarded; surely 'tis not the King's doing?" Alexander questioned, scanning the interior of the gloomy structure. "No, 'tis my choosing, not his. Nor would an- other abode have saved me from the chance attack.", "What mean you?" he interrupted. " 'Twas not the act of robbers as you think, but comes from those who seek the life of one entrusted to our care." "Of whom do you speak, if it is permitted me to ask?" "The gentle youth, Medius." "Medius! Who could wish to do that unfor- tunate child further harm?" Alexander asked, sur- prised. KING'S HUNTING LODGE 271 "I know not except that spies, haunting the thickets about the hut, have sought information from my slaves regarding the poor youth for a week or more, and today, the marauding band breaking down the door, demanded that I deUver him up to them." "And you?" "Happily, seeing their approach and surmising their errand, we hid him in the King's chamber." "What followed when they found him gone?" Alexander asked, greatly disturbed at the cowardly act. "Disappointed and filled with rage, the leader of the band seized upon Eurydice and bore her away, and I, following, begged him on my knees not to be separated from my child — and thus you found us," she abruptly concluded, clasping her daughter in her arms. While they were thus occupied, and Alexander had given orders for the pursuit of the marauding band, Clearchus entered the room to make inquiries concerning Medius, for whom he had been vainly searching. "Thinking him in danger we concealed him in the strong room of the old King Alexander, where he now lies attended by Jaron, the leech," she re- sponded. "I would I might see the youth, if only for a moment," Clearchus begged, deeply distressed. 272 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "It will be a visit he will gladly welcome," Eury- dice spoke up, leading the way, a deep blush man- tling her cheeks. "The very guide I would have chosen," Clear- chus laughed, taking the young girl's hand and pressing it to his lips. Opening a hidden door she led him to an obscure room above, and here, by the dim light, he dis- covered Medius lying pale and wasted on a cot. Seeing him, the youth uttered a cry of surprise and joy as he pressed Clearchus' outstretched hand to his parched lips. "Eye of Cyclops, child, take it not so much to heart," Clearchus entreated, as Medius, overcome by weakness, burst into a flood of weeping. "Tut, tut, 'tis the fate of soldiers to be thus stricken, lad. Have patience and in a little while you will be about your duties as before. Say, is it not so?" he de- manded with moist eyes, turning to Jaron, who sought in vain to stay the blood which slowly trickled from the reopened wound. "Let us hope so," Jaron absently assented, as he busied himself with the sick man, "but the strife below, and the frightful cries of the women came near to costing the youth his life," and beckoning Eurydice to Medius' side he bade her soothe him into sleep, or some forgetfulness of his sorrows, "otherwise," he sighed, "I see no hope of staying the flow of blood." KING'S HUNTING LODGE 273 Doing as she was told, the gentle maid threw herself on her knees, and placing her blushing cheek beside that of Medius, smoothed his hair, comfort- ing him the while with words of encouragement and tender sympathy, so that presently, responding to her soft caresses, he fell into a gentle slumber. Seeing this, Jaron rested, and turning to Clearchus, asked : "How happened you to come to the relief of the Princess, and in the very nick of time?" " 'Twas not I, but the Prince, who stopped to pay a visit of ceremony as he passed, and the outlaws hearing the Companion call and knowing what they might expect scattered like a flock of crows." " 'Twas a happy chance." "Yes, but of this poor youth, good friend, tell me when we may look to see him resume his duties about the palace?" "Never, Clearchus, never, so long as Amyntas lives and has the King's favour," Medius screamed in terror, awakened from his troubled sleep. "Waste not your strength, child, on such foolish thoughts," Jaron mildly reproved, and motioning Eurydice to minister to the stricken youth, he drew Clearchus to one side, saying: "Of his recovery I can promise nothing. He is in the hands of the gods, but at best 'twill be months, perhaps a year, ere he regains his strength." 274 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Then the hurt was more serious than you thought?" "No, but the javelin was poisoned and so the whole body became infected." "Poisoned ! Impossible." "The poisoned dart may have been intended for , another," Jaron responded with a shrug. "But go, now," he added, leading Clearchus to the head of the secret stairway, "that the youth may have needed quiet." Taking his departure, sorely distressed, Clear- chus descended to the room below to find Alexander and Roxana had already taken their leave, but not before a secure guard had been placed about the hut to save the Princess from further molestation. Commending Medius to Parcledes' continued kind- ness, Clearchus ran out, threatening the soldiers by the way with death if they in any way relaxed their watchful guard. Nearing the shore intent upon what he had seen and heard, he came unexpectedly upon Ossa, who, bathed in tears, held a weeping woman pressed to his heart. Astonished at what he saw, and unable to account for a thing so strange, he stopped, staring in wonder, for beneath their tears there beamed such love and happiness as he could liken to nothing he had ever seen be- fore. Gaining control over his emotions, Ossa turned to him, exclaiming, as he tenderly caressed the woman he still held in close embrace: KING'S HUNTING LODGE 275 "AA'ell mayst thou wonder, Clearchus, for this gentle creature, a slave to the Princess Parcledes, is my loving wife, torn from me long years ago when I was overcome and my people scattered by Philip's victorious army,"' and turning away he pressed her tear-stained face to his as if he would hold it thus forever. Overcome, his eyes wet v.ith tears, Clearchus put his arms about the happy pair in loving embrace, and amazed and speechless, hurried on to the wait- ing ship, breathing a grateful prayer to the gods for the happiness of the reunited pair. CHAPTER XXII PELLA As the Delphos left the cover of the trees that hid the river about Parcledes' hut, Fella, the capital, burst upon the view of Alexander and Roxana as they watched from the deck of the stately vessel. "Is it the city we see or a mirage of the desert that dazzles the eye and fools the senses?" she cried. " 'Tis Pella, sweetheart, and to the left, high uplifted, the fortress of the King," he said, his face lighting as he contemplated the city where he was born and passed his youth. "It is like a picture rising amid the plain, with its background of mountains and hills." "Your words would please the King, for the city was planned and built by him." "Then it has not always been the seat of govern- ment?" "No; until Philip's time Edessa, in the shadow of yonder mountain, was the residence of the kings as it is still their place of burial." "Why did he move from thence into the hot and barren plain?" she criticised, looking away to the cool and restful mountains. 277 278 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "To wean our people from the primitive life of the mountain wilds," he explained. "Is that the history of your countrymen?" "Yes; hidden away in mountain fastnesses, the King wished them to look abroad, to gaze upon the open gulf which they might not reach without traversing the soil of an unfriendly power," "How strange." "Yes, and seeing the world, they sought posses- sion as the King knew they would," he smiled. "Did Philip achieve all this?" "Yes, but 'tis only a part, love, of the wonderful things he has done," Alexander praised. "He must indeed be great; but had Iskender no part? Is it all due to the King? Clearchus is at no such pains to give him credit for things his son planned," she objected. "My part has been that of a student; the King inspired all, and so the credit is rightly his." Ere she could reply Clearchus called out from the prow of the vessel where he watched: "See, Prince, the people throw open the gates of the city and come forth to enjoy a holiday and give you welcome. And that nothing may be wanting," he added, elated, "multitudes in gaily decorated barges fill the river to greet your return." While they thus watched, the clang of arms and the strains of martial music broke upon their listen- ing ears as the denizens of the city hurried to the PELLA 279 river bank filling the air with welcoming cries. As they approached, heeding their presence, the Prince turned his ship's prow to the shore where the joyful throng, crying his name, climbed aboard the vessel, one more forward than the other, crowning him with a .chaplet of flowers. Standing in the middle-deck, Alexander smiled his grateful thanks, overjoyed at the kindly wel- come, and while they watched and cheered he took the garland from off his head and winding about it Roxana's crimson scarf, presented the token of love to the blushing maiden. Observing his action and seeing the sweet face of the smiling girl, the multitude, pleased at the graceful compliment, and divining in part the Prince's secret, raised a shout of approval that reached across the plain and echoed back from the lofty walls of the warlike city. "Some day, sweetheart, those voices shall acclaim you Queen of Macedonia," he whispered. "Hush, Iskender," she blushed, frightened lest his words should be overheard. When the welcome and attendant excitement had in some measure spent itself, Alexander, again thanking the multitude, gave the signal for the Delphos to proceed, at which the vast throng, chanting the national anthem, kept pace beside the water's edge. 19 28o ALEXANDER THE PRINCE " 'Tis as if every one saw in you a son or cher- ished brother," Roxana exclaimed, turning to Alex- ander. "Such I am to them, for here I have lived all my life," he answered simply. "Surely no Prince was ever more beloved," she whispered, as the multitude with one voice caught up the refrain, "Cheronea! Cheronea! Cheronea!" But after a while, their mood changing, they took up another and seemingly more alluring cry: "King! King! King of Macedon!" and this with wild abandonment as if he already wore the crown. "Hear you that cry, Iskender?" Roxana pro- tested, pale of face, taking hold of Alexander's arm as if to call him king were an offence that would cost him his life, as indeed it would have done in her own country. " 'Tis nothing, dearest, for they have often thus saluted me when my father was by, and he, no way offended, joined as heartily as the others in the compliment," Alexander explained, as if it were not a thing to notice. "If that be so he must indeed be great," she said, unable to comprehend how such confidence could exist between ruler and heir, recalling the jealous hatreds of the Persian court. "He is great, Roxana, and till now we have been more like trusting brothers than ruler and subject." PELL A 281 "Why do you say 'till now?'" she questioned, disturbed. "I know not, love, except as whisperings have reached me of some possible change, brought about by the intrigues of the court," he smiled, as if it were not a thing likely to be true or of any great consequence. While they were thus speaking, the barge of the Prince Amyntas approached, and mounting the ship's side, he saluted Alexander with seeming frankness, exclaiming: "Hail, and loving welcome, victorious Prince!" "Thanks, cousin, I accept your greeting as from a brother," Alexander responded, embracing him, "and so, too, will the Princess Roxana who comes as the nation's g^est with her father, the Persian envoy," he said, presenting the Prince. "Welcome to Pella, sweet Princess, and doubly so, coming by the side of our beloved Prince," Amjmtas cried, doffing his plumed hat. "The good fortune to visit Macedonia has been reserved to me of all my countrjrwomen, and be- cause of it I esteem the honour all the greater," she answered, colouring under Amyntas' close scrutiny. "There has been little intercourse of any kind between our country and the Persian Empire hitherto, but the King and his exalted son promise to change all that in the near future," he responded 282 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE pleasantly, as if his words conveyed no covert meaning. "We Persians have long looked on from afar at the deeds of your great King, and come now to crave his friendship as one would an honour and a privilege," she smiled, as if noticing nothing amiss in what the other said. "And it is in that spirit, Amyntas, that the em- bassy, animated by respect and friendship, craves our hospitable offices," Alexander added. "Do they come expecting aid or sympathy from you?" Amyntas asked with a sinister leer. "The Ambassadors are inspired by motives so weighty that every one must be glad to listen to what they have to say, cousin," Alexander re- sponded dryly, as if it were not a time to particular- ize. "Is it likely that the fixed purposes of a great and warlike nation are to be weighed anew and turned aside at this late day by specious words and soft allurements?" Amyntas cried, looking about him as if courting an audience. "The embassy comes hither hoping to further an alliance that will be of mutual advantage, and through its representations Persia, so long isolated, seeks the friendship of ^Macedonia, its equal in rank and station," Alexander explained, the colour mounting to his face. PELLA 283 '■"V\Tiat enchantment, what sorcer\-, exalted Prince, leads you to speak thus amiably of their endeavovu-; but perhaps you have some revelation from the King or the gods that your ambitious pur- poses have so soon changed to complaisant ease?" Amj-ntas went on, with insolent assurance. Deepl)- incensed, Alexander motioned the Prince to withdraw, vouchsafing no word in reply to his impudent speech. Crimsoning at the rebuff, Amyntas took his departure, his heart aflame with hate, for owing to the King's indulgence this trucu- lent Prince was accustomed to almost servile defer- ence from all vs^ho frequented the cotui:. '*Ts that Perdiccas' son who, except for Philip's setting him aside when a child, would now be King?" Roxana asked, as Amyntas' scowling face disappeared over the side of the ship. "Yes, that is the valiant Prince Amyntas, Perdic- cas' son and heir — do you like him?" Alexander laughed, as if through a mask. "Xo, Iskender, for he is your deadly enemy," she answered with anxious voice. "He has every reason to think kindly of me, for I have often befriended him when the labour was a burden," Alexander commented, thinking of Amyntas' many questionable acts and the King's former dislike of the Prince. "He is no friend of yours, Iskender, and his eyes betray his never-dying hatred. Nor can he be 284 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE much blamed; but you, from habit and secure in the people's love, forgetting his mortal grievance, do not think of him as claimant to the throne ; and so you rest at ease while he schemes for your de- struction," she said, voicing her thoughts as if the politics of Macedonia were already a thing at her finger's end. "How can that be, Roxana, for but lately when a Theban at Cheronea threatened my life — or so 'tis believed — Amyntas intervened, hurling his spear, killed my assailant on the spot," Alexander recited, as if amused. " 'Twas against you and not the Theban that his weapon was aimed," Roxana cried, her love and distrust of Amyntas divining the truth. "For he is no more your friend, nor desires you to live, than the wretch Mithrines who, now that your rank is divulged, professes to honour and admire you above all men. No, 'tis all pretence, love, he hates you and will harm you if he can," she urged, as if she would force him to see his enemies with her eyes. "We cannot always divulge our thoughts of men or our purposes in life even to those we most love and trust, as you who have lived much about the courts of kings know as well as I." Alexander pro- tested, striving to put her off. "Then you do not trust him ?" she said, divining his hidden thoughts. PELLA 285 "No! a thousand times no," he cried, rage over- coming him. And this not strangely, for Amyntas' cowardly attempt to assassinate him on the field at Cheronea was well known to the Prince, though concealed from every one, for prudential reasons. Silenced and dismayed, Roxana said no more; and the ship presently coming to anchor beside the citadel, the chamberlain of the King came forward and saluted the Prince with humble deference. Presenting him to the Princess and the members of the Persian embassy, the exalted officer lost no time in conducting them to the quarters set apart for their use in the royal residence. And now Alexander, being free, hastened to greet the Queen, who was impatiently awaiting his coming. And no sooner did she catch sight of his waving plumes than, motioning those about her to withdraw, she advanced alone with open arms to receive and wel- come him. Speechless with delight, she clasped him to her breast, tears filling her eyes, for in the troubled life of this great and unfortunate Queen only Alexander possessed her love or held her haughty nature and half-savage heart in gentle subjection. Estranged from Philip, whom she had once loved as the tigress does its mate, the court in consequence looked at her with no kindly eye, so that now in her isolation she welcomed the coming of her son as the shipwrecked mariner hails one who comes to cheer and succour him. 286 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE Putting her arms about the Prince, she kissed his face and hair, looking long and steadfastly into his eyes as if to make sure she still retained his love. Convinced at last, she took his hands in hers, and kissing them with hungry eagerness, exclaimed: "Welcome, dear son, to Pella and your mother's heart, for the starved shepherd, lost amid our mountain wilds, looks not forward to food and shelter as my heart has hungered for your pres- ence." "Knowing your great love, I have been cruelly remiss, in lingering by the way, little regarding your loneliness or the anxiety that watched for my return," he said, placing his arm about her and kissing her with tender affection. For unaccount- ably as it appeared to the frequenters of Philip's court, Alexander loved and honoured his half- savage mother as if she possessed every virtue ascribed to womankind. "You only understand me, you only see my heart and know its longing for love and trusting confidence," she answered, her eyes aflame with savage hatred at thought of the neglect in which she lived. "All men should know your greatness of soul, mother, for the people love me, and in this love you shall doubly share," he smiled, with assured con- fidence, pushing back the mass of yellow hair from about her troubled face. PELLA 287 "No, that can never be, my son, for the multi- tude, seeing Phihp's aversion, ascribes the fault to me, and so treats me with rude neglect or cold discourtesy. But why do I burden you with the woes of an abandoned woman, who no longer has a place in the world nor wishes one save for the honour of her beloved son? There, sweet," she grieved, closing his lips with a caress, "do not answer, for I know well what you would say, but go and refresh yourself and be not too long gone, for no comforting thought stirs my tired heart when you are absent," and clasping him to her breast, she dismissed him with a sob. CHAPTER XXIII THE RETURN OF THE KING Philip^ the King, to make sure of his domination of Greece, and in order to put off meeting the Persian embassy, delayed his return to Pella many weeks. Meanwhile Oxyartes and his associates fretted away their time in idle discourse, unable to make any headway whatever in the great object of their visit. But if it was a period of anxious waiting and unavailing effort to the embassy, it was one of unexampled happiness to Alexander and Roxana, who passed the time in idle dalliance, finding some new delight in each passing hour, as lovers will who have no one to abridge the pleas- ure they take in each other's society. At last, however, and all too soon, news came that Philip would shortly return, and hearing it, every one was stirred to life in expectation of the event. For this great and restless monarch, notwithstanding the revels in which he indulged, was so filled with mighty projects and kingly ambitions that no one could forecast what was to come except as it stood revealed. Thus one morning — and sooner than had been thought — the King, with a strong escort of Thessalian Horse, and riding at full gallop, drew rein before the great fortress. And his com- 289 290 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE ing being unexpected, he hurried, unobserved, to his apartments to bathe and refresh himself ere knowledge of his presence became known. Sum- moning his austere and trusted civil governour, Antipater, to attend him, and the latter responding with the alacrity of a trained courtier, the King lost no time interrogating him regarding the things uppermost in his mind. "Come, good friend," Philip questioned, as the royal pages busied themselves with his toilet, "tell me, you who hate wine and possess every virtue denied your King, what present scandal stirs the gossips of the court? Who among the gallants has strayed farthest from the path of virtue; who has added to the number of his mistresses; whose do- mestic ox has been most shamefully gored ? What ! You do not answer ?" Philip laughed. "I come un- heralded, as you see, and purposely, that I may the sooner acquaint myself with the doings of the court. And of the many things that have hap- pened, how have our friends the Persian envoys managed to pass the dreary hours ?" he questioned, awaiting Antipater's answer, as if, after all, the presence of these enemies was the one thing that interested him. "They have awaited your coming, oh King, with such countenances as the damned must wear who haunt the precincts of the underworld," Antipater smiled, grimly. RETURN OF THE KING 291 "How like they the accommodations and the fare of Pella, think you?" the King laughed, waving the pages away. "But poorly, if their appetites are an index to their stomachs." "With longer stay their delicate palates will be- come accustomed to our coarse food; meanwhile we will treat them with such pretense of favour as Vv'e can." "Yes, oh King." "But their coming emphasizes our need for more commodious quarters," the King complained, looking about him. "Other delegations also seek our growing power, and 'tis said the store-houses of the world are being ransacked to find accept- able presents for the 'Imperator and Master of Greece,' " he laughed. "But of these Persian grandees, Antipater, is Alexander much in their company?" "Not more than courtesy requires, if I except the Bactrian Princess, Oxyartes' daughter." "What of her?" Philip asked, surprised. "Much, oh King, for the Prince is but the sem- blance of his former self when not in her pres- ence. Losing all energy and purpose in life, he wanders listlessly about the fortress, speaking to no one till chance or contrivance throws him in her way." 292 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Has it gone so far, gossip? Alexander the dominant, the proud ! He who regards not women however fair their charms and indulgent their manners ?" "It is even as 1 say, oh King." "What you say stirs my heart, Antipater, for I have ever wished he were more inclined to amo- rous adventure. 'T would turn his thoughts into more amiable channels, and lessen, it may be, his too great thirst for glory." "Love is a leveller, oh King, and consumes all other desires, but it will not long stay his ambi- tious aims." "Why do you say that?' 'Glory to him is sleep, food, drink; and chasing the illusive bubble he will wear out his body, iron though it be, ere his life is well begun," Antipater pictured, as if the Prince were an open book and of frequent reference. "The Prince's thoughts are beyond his years, and his industry in their furtherance seems strange in one scarce grown to manhood," Philip com- mented, absently, his mind occupied, it was ap- parent, with some matter of greater concern, but about which he hesitated to speak. "But tell me, Antipater," he went on, abruptly, as if determined not to be put off longer, "has the Princess Cleo- patra returned to grace our poor capital?" RETURN OF THE KING 293 "Yes, but yesterday, oh King, and now occu- pies her palace in the city, with a full retinue of followers and slaves." "Is she expectant, think you, of the new honour that awaits her?" Philip questioned, stopping short. "Yes, oh King, and in her stately progress through the city the people crane their necks and stop to gaze upon her beauty." "Well they may, Antipater; but is the proposed marriage much discussed, or is my purpose as yet only surmised?" " 'Twas not at first believed, but now little else is talked about, though aside and not above a whis- per, lest it turn out to be untrue." "How do they receive it — kindly?" the King queried, eying the other. "Every one commends the grace and surprising beauty of the bride, oh King," Antipater answered, ambiguously. "What says Alexander? Is he complaisant or openly defiant?" Philip asked, scowling, irritated at Antipater's evasion. "Of all those about the court he seems not to be informed of the proposed marriage. Like the de- ceived husband, he remains ignorant while the world gossips behind his back ; but, as I have said, he has eyes and speech only for the fair Princess, and so is blind and deaf to all else." 294 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE " 'Tis strange that so great a thing should be unknown to him," the King reflected, as if doubting its truth. "The Prince has Httle curiosity, as you know, and less courtesy for gossips; besides, who would dare to speak to him about a thing that touches him so closely? It were likely to cost the tale-bearer his life, so great is his pride and respect for his mother." " 'Tis not unlikely," the King assented, dryly. "If some rumour of the marriage has come to his ears it has been only vaguely, and he has given it no heed, for such stories have long been common in Macedonia, and the wise give them little thought and still less expression," Antipater finished, with a sidelong glance at his master. "Better he should know nothing till the thing is done and opposition of no avail, for he loves and honours his mother as in his childhood," the King said. "But about my wives — I scarce know the number — do they take the coming marriage un- kindly?" "One wife more or less should not be a cause of complaint where there are so many, oh King." "Plurality of wives has its vexations, Antipater, but the annoyances must be set off against the ad- vantages," Philip philosophized. "So the Kings of Macedonia have ever reasoned," Antipater acquiesced, with sober face, remember- RETURN OF THE KING 295 ing the seas of blood and countless ills his country- had suffered from this cause. "Thus the King may have many children to marry to those not friendly to the throne, and so make adherents where otherwise there would be enemies. That is clearly an advantage," Philip argued, as if it were a subject of calculation. "Yes, if the tie prove not irksome and the enmity become all the greater," Antipater warned. "I have no time to weigh such chances, nor would it avail me, for we can not put off the hour of our undoing though we hedge ourselves about by fire. But if the lesser wives look upon my making Cleo- patra queen with little interest, it must be different with the tigress, Olympias?" "I know not, oh King, but having been supreme all these years, and being mother to the heir, she has more at stake than the others," Antipater re- plied, soberly, as if foreseeing the evils the ill- considered marriage with Cleopatra was to bring in its train. "Is she much about and of cheerful countenance, or does she mope in the house?' "She goes not abroad at all, or only with her Molossian guards and attendants." "My coming will serve to enliven her," the King laughed, with sardonic humour. "Go to her and advise her of my return, and say that I will follow to pay my respects in person — lest comment be 20 2g6 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE occasioned by my neglect," he chuckled. "After- ward convey my greeting to the Persian Ambassa- dors, and say that it will be my pleasure to receive them informally within the hour. Such haste will indicate a pleasurable eagerness to do the great King honour, and so our real intent may be the better concealed." "They feel great uncertainty respecting your in- tentions, and have awaited your return with ill- concealed apprehension." " 'Tis but natural, and the movement of our troops toward the Hellespont heightens their alarm. But 'tis simply to afford needed protection to our Thracian possessions. Nothing could be plainer," he laughed. "Thus they have been advised, oh King." "But that we may evince our love and great re- spect, announce that the ambassadors are to be honoured later with a sumptuous banquet. Such entertainment will be much to the taste of the luxu- rious Persians who are great eaters, Antipater, and far exceed us in their love of wine. And because of this vice, the only manly one they possess — if it be a vice — I am inclined to hold the grandees in some respect. Give the matter in charge to Amyn- tas, who craves employment about the palace, and let the event occur tonight, and with such pomp and circumstance as our meagre accommodations afford." RETURN OF THE KING 297 "Tonight?" Antipater exclaimed, surprised. "Yes, 'tis early, but I need diversion," he went on, wearily, passing his hand across his brow, "some instant soothing, worn as I am to the quick with the evasions and quibblings of the wily Greeks. Companionship and our strong wine will give me new lease of life and purge my stomach of the vile stuff with which it has been flooded of late. There, do not wait, but go to the Queen and announce my coming," he concluded, waving Antipater away. Following his minister, the King, on reaching the ante-room of the queen, stopped short, stayed by the loud and angry voice of Olympias, "Does the King bring the creature Cleopatra with him to the palace in his unannounced return, or does he postpone the unsavoury office till another day?" she demanded, in a voice surcharged with passion. "He returns alone, gracious Queen, or only with a small retinue," Antipater mildly assured her. "It does not matter. Return to him, and say I will never accord him audience until he abandons his purpose to make Cleopatra his adulterous Queen," she commanded, turning away. Making humble obeisance, Antipater took his departure, nor seemed to see the King who waited at the door with stern and threatening countenance. Thus Philip stood for some moments after his minister's departure until the look of hate and half 298 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE of fear that overspread his swarthy face had given place to one of more complaisant humour. Then entering unannounced, he cried out with playful irony : "You give but tardy welcome to your King after his long and enforced absence, my Queen; and the court, as if in sympathy, seems no longer to find joy in his return," he chided, advancing as if to embrace her. Backing away, her face pale with anger, Olym- pias responded with no uncertain speech: "The minions who pander to your appetites would not have failed to display their truculence had they known of your coming. Oh, you are but too well served, Philip, and have little cause to com- plain of the pliant creatures who hunger to do your base offices." "Greet me not so rudely, love; surely you would wish me to be surrounded by friends, otherwise my life were not worth an obol's purchase." "That were enough to pay if virtue fixed the price," she scorned. Then, as if repentant of her harsh words, she said more calmly : "Cast off these minions, Philip. Surround yourself with men, not panderers; dismiss the pliant creatures who lie awake to entrap you with seductive wiles; choose wiser councillors, my King, and in their company lead the life that becomes your exalted genius." RETURN OF THE KING 299 "I am what I am, Ol3niipias, and cannot change if I would ; nor is there cause," he answered curtly. "Dare you exalt your vices, you whose every hour of relaxation is filled with drunken revels and lustful indulgence?" she jeered. "If my morals are lax, oh Queen, 'tis whispered that you are not blameless in that respect," he threatened. " 'Tis cowardly to thus accuse me for I have never wronged you, or if I have transgressed in any way 'tis you who beat down the restraint that held me back. Wronged and traduced from our wed- ding hour, I only am at fault, for I was a fool, a very savage, to believe when we were wedded that a Prince with four wives could be true to me !" "Abstinence is the merit of women. Men know not what it is. You should have remained chaste, Olympias, nor found excuse in my shortcomings. As it is, you have far outdone me in gross excesses, for the bacchanalian orgies in which you take part in the mountain solitudes serve but to cover your liaisons with gods and men. Nay, do not deny it, for I myself, not to trust the word of another, saw a serpent half hidden in your garments as you lay asleep, proving, if proof were needed, of your com- merce with the gods. Seeing it, I no longer wonder that you call your son 'The Godlike Alexander,' " Philip raved, with simulated passion, professing to 300 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE believe, as did his superstitious countrymen, in the communion of gods and mortals. "Seeing near me a tame and harmless serpent, your besotted mind, overwrought with wine and wanton indulgence, conjured up this base suspicion. But know, oh King, that I sought in Orphic ecstasy and Thracian orgies only some sorcerer's way, some magic spell to win you back to me. Nay, you believe not what you say, but belie me only to excuse your acts of infidelity and shame," she accused, burying her face in her hands. "I speak only of what I saw and its import," he answered, professing to be not less credulous than the most ignorant and barbarous of his countrymen in the religious phantasies of the age. "However, be it as it may, our paths henceforth lie apart, for the half-tamed savage makes but a sorry mate for the conqueror of the world, be his morals good or bad." "Such shameless speech I have heard before," she derided. "Yes, but now, and at the eleventh hour, and all too late, I have finally determined to put you away and so end the unsuitable union." "Such words ill become you, for my ancestors, the Molossian Kings, trace their descent from the Godlike Achilles who outranked the petty trafficker of Argos, from whom you come, as the sun does a November star," she scoffed contemptuously. RETURN OF THE KING 301 "Savages in the beginning, unnumbered centuries have not sufficed to make your people enhghtened, nor ever will," he said, white with rage. "It is not that they are less civilized than you, but that you hide your savage nature under a var- nish of polite speech. Nor too well, deluded King, for but now, when angered, your words gave way to the tribal jargon of your barbarous ancestors as the pig returns to the filthy mire. Nay," she cried, "you are wholly savage like your mountain shep- herds who wear a cord about their bodies if, per- chance, they have not yet killed an enemy." 'I care not if the blood of all who fought before Troy flows in your veins, I am still determined to be free, for your tigerish nature allows me neither happiness nor quiet," he rebuked. "You cannot do such brutish thing after all these years, Philip, and doing it cast suspicion upon your trusting son," she protested, striving to restrain herself. "Nay, he may still look to succeed me on the throne if he do naught to cross my will, for I carry not my purpose to the length of disowning him." "Not now, but later you will put him aside should you have a son by this painted wanton. But ere you shall commit so great an offence," she screamed, advancing upon him, "I will kill you with my own hands if no one else has the spirit to free the world of so great a monster !" 302 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Nor will you wait so long if the stories of your intrigues be true," he said, backing away as if his life were threatened. "I know not what you mean, for of intrigue or conspiracy, there is no word of truth," she cried. "Call you it not conspiracy to fill Alexander's mind with thoughts of an alliance with our Persian enemies at a time when I meditate the conquest of that perfidious country?" the King questioned, recalling Antipater's words and making use of them. "Alexander has no thought of such a thing, and 'tis monstrous in you to accuse him." "Not content to wean him from my enterprise, you seek through the Bactrian Princess to array him openly against me, his King," he raved, strid- ing back and forth as if crazed. "Your unjust suspicions of him are no way dif- ferent from your insane distrust of me. If he has said aught of you it has been in praise, for in all things he has sought to make her think you great and kingly, not the licentious thing you are. Nor is there aught in his thoughts or purposes regard- ing Persia that does harm to you or your ambitious projects," she retorted, as the she-bear defends her young. "He would scarce breathe his intentions what- ever they might be, but would bide his time, nor in their execution ask permission of any one." RETURN OF THE KING 303 "Therein he is Hke his father, for what heed paid you in your youth to the clamour of your country- men ? Men born to rule ask not the friendly offices of others ; and of this Princess, if Alexander loves her, he will wed her and no other. Take heed then, oh King, nor oppose him idly, for you have no more loyal subject than he." "Mating with this Bactrian Princess is a thing too monstrous to think of, for thus wedded, he would have no heart in the Persian war, and with- out him half my army were as well left at home," he cried, a vision of Cheronea rising before him. "No, I will have none of it ; rather will I break with him entirely and build anew. And now, having dis- closed my purpose, choose in our parting which you will do, take up your residence in the regal palace at Edessa, where every honour shall be paid you, or seek a home with your brother Alexander, the Epirot King?" "Is it true, then, that your passion for Cleopatra has reached such height that nothing can stay you from the disgraceful step?" she questioned, as if some vestige of hope still found a place in her heart. "Yes, the marriage is as a thing agreed upon and naught shall delay its consummation," he coldly avowed. "Then may the gods, whom you profess to wor- ship and serve, bring you and her to a speedy and 304 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE frightful death," she screamed, lifting her clenched hand to heaven. "Lest such a thing should happen, my gentle mate, I have already placed my image beside those of the gods that I may enjoy with them like free- dom of action. But while you curse, you do not answer; choose then, quickly, that this interview may end !" he demanded impatiently. "If your debased mind had not lost all sem- blance of dignity you would not ask so foolish a question, ignoble King, but would know that I could not breathe the air of Macedonia as a subject where I had reigned as queen. There, begone," she went on, her hand toying with the dagger at her girdle, "lest I kill you in my rage and so bring a new sorrow to the heart of Alexander," and not waiting his departure, she turned and strode from the room. While Philip, left to his reflections, stood pon- dering on what had occurred, a hurried footstep caused him to start as if he were already beset by hidden enemies. Turning hastily, the door flew open, and Alexander rushing in, clasped him in his arms, exclaiming: "Welcome, father, thrice welcome !" "You are glad to see me?" Philip questioned, sur- prised and pleased at his son's affectionate greet- ing. "I had feared otherwise, for it has been told me that all your martial ardour has given place to RETURN OF THE KING 305 soft indulgence, and so you might not be prepared to welcome my return as formerly." "There is no act or word to stir the blood nor feed suggestion when you are absent, oh King, and so nothing is left us but to idly await your coming with such patience as we can," Alexander said, in excuse. "You were wont to find an outlet for your ener- gies in the chase when other and graver duties did not claim you. Now, 'tis said, our Molossian hounds grow fat in their kennels for want of work, and you so soft of texture as to be scarce able to lift a spear," the King jested. "In that they do me wrong; but you, being away, the care of our guests, and the courtesy due their high station, has somewhat claimed my time and thoughts to the exclusion of other things." "Is it true that your scarce-concealed impatience to overrun and conquer Asia has lost its vigour in the company of these soft-spoken Persians? Such stories are common talk about the court, I am told." "It may be that my ardour has lost some of its fire in the advantages that activity in other direc- tions offers you, but in this thought the Persian Ambassadors have had no part." "I have purposely put off meeting the envoys until I was ready to declare war ; and while I must still dally with their overtures until my prepara- 3o6 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE tions are more forward, nothing can long stay the march of our troops unless through bribery or other treacherous means the Persian King should com- pass my death and yours." "Nay, I cannot believe such thing contemplated, for Oxyartes is all that is honourable among men," Alexander protested. "Being such a man, would the great King, think you, make him the medium for the accomplishment of his murderous end? No, he is but a screen to hide the acts of others. But do not tell me, my son, that you have cooled in our purpose to the point of siding with these emissaries and spies?" the King questioned, knowing Alexander would answer truly. "I may not deceive you, oh King, by saying that other thoughts have not somewhat overshadowed those I once had regarding the invasion of Persia, but in this I am no way influenced by the repre- sentations of others." "What think you of the matter now, if you still make me your confidant, for you have ever been more forward in the conquest of Persia than I?" "Nor have I lost interest in it, father, but believe you will gain rather than lose by deferring the project for a time." "In what way ?" "I am lead to believe this from what I saw as I traversed unhappy and distracted Greece. Tom RETURN OF THE KING 307 with enmities, the growth of centuries, its ruined cities, abandoned fields, and cramped Hfe cry aloud for a ministering hand, and no one less wise and resolute than you, oh King, can accomplish a task so difficult," Alexander explained, aroused at remembrance of what he had seen. "Well, go on; why do you stop?" "Because of this need I would put off the inva- sion of Persia till you have welded into one har- monious nation all the petty and discordant cities of Greece. This will not be difficult nor long of accomplishment. " "Her people thwart me at every turn. Misled by orators and demagogues they know not where peace and security lie," the King interrupted, bit- terly. "What matters it? Once the people feel the security of trade and peaceful intercourse with their neighbours, all their petty hatreds and vain striv- ings after immaterial things' will vanish into air. Having in this way founded a great and lasting empire, you may afterwards pursue your purposes where you like." "What would you do once Greece were united as it should have been centuries ago?" the King asked, gazing with pride on his immortal son. "It were presumptuous in me, oh King, to say what I would do in the presence of one who has accomplished so much with resources so scant." 3o8 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Nay, go on; your wisdom is not measured by years, nor is it like that of other men," the King said, his heart aglow. "Greece being pacified and its power cemented, I would bring under your enlightened rule all Europe, including Rome, which rises like a menac- ing spectre in the west. Afterward, with the con- tinent behind you," he went on, his face aflame, "Persia would quickly yield to our united arms." "That, it may be, were the better way, but Asia hoards the wealth of the world and should come first, for with its accumulated treasures the con- quest of the other may be accomplished with ease and at our leisure," the King depicted, as if no phase of the problem had escaped his alert mind. "Gold will not cure the ills of Greece, oh King, nor is it much needed to subdue the barbarous hordes of Europe. Besides, will not Darius, if he be wise, use his vast riches to confront us with all the disaffected soldiers of Greece backed by his own people?" Alexander pointed out, as if to draw the other on. "No, Persia has lost its enterprise and warlike spirit, and her kings have become little more than hoarders of accumulated treasures. She will not use her wealth with wisdom to augment her strength, but, miserlike, will place dependence on her servile hordes, scourging them to battle as at Marathon. And we, overcoming them as we shall, RETURN OF THE KING 309 will find the treasuries of the empire full to over- flowing with the heaped-up wealth of centuries," the King depicted, his eyes afire, as if he already beheld his country enriched by the gold and silver of which he spoke. "But while you are away, thus occupied, no progress will be made at home, and should mishap befall you, Greece will remain torn by puerile fac- tions, and in the end Macedonia will be left a thing apart and of no more account in the world's prog- ress than when you ascended the throne," Alexan- der warned, foreseeing the fate of his country, but little thinking that the wise course he advised his father to take he would himself disregard when he became king. "If the Ten Thousand Greeks could traverse Persia from the Tigris to the western confines of the empire, what mishap can befall the army of Macedonia?" Philip asked, impatiently. "I spoke of its King, not of the army. 'Tis a leader the world needs to harmonize the conflicts of mankind. But I only tell you my thoughts, father," the Prince responded, "for however you may decide I will follow, and with loyal heart; but were I king, I would do as I say, and, having my way, would, I know, be less wise in its exercise than thee." "You are as fit to rule as I, my son, and should I fall, Macedonia will lose nothing by the change. 3IO ALEXANDER THE PRINCE What you advise were perhaps the wiser course, but Persia, through her fear and because of her riches, is a menace to our country as she has ever been to Greece. Her hoarded gold, moreover, is needed to fertiHze the commerce of the world, and through the conquest of the hated country, discord- ant Greece may, I hope, be welded into a united nation. But for the present, our determination to make war on Darius, while suspected, may not be openly avowed," the King concluded, and putting his arm affectionately about his son led him from the room. CHAPTER XXIV love's delusions Taking leave of the King at the door of the Queen's apartments, Alexander watched with pride the resolute stride and robust form of the great Monarch as he hastened with buoyant step to the audience-chamber at the farther extremity of the court. Neither dissipation, nor the hard- ships of the camp, nor wounds received in battle, it was apparent, had in any way impaired his vig- our of body or mind. While Alexander thus watched, the love-lorn Pausanias, whom we have seen half-crazed with grief over the fickle conduct of Cleopatra, ap- proached him with wan smile and deferential man- ner. The passing days, it was apparent, had no way reconciled him to the loss of his love, and while awaiting the King's return, neglectful of his duties, gave himself up unreservedly to gambling with Mithrines, of whom he won great sums of money. This he spent in the adornment of his person, for however much he mourned, his grief did not outweigh his vanity or thought of self. Winning from Mithrines, and being much in the latter's society, the Persian noble had little by little come to exercise complete ascendency over the 21 311 312 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE mind of the unstable Prince. This influence he covertly exercised to incite Pausanias' passions and inflame his hatred against the King. The schem- ing Persian, while constantly losing at the gambling table, cursed with simulated wrath the wretched fortune that pursued him, but notwithstanding his seeming ill luck sought in play all those about the court who could in any way favour the schemes he had in view. Thus Amyntas, lean of purse, was, through his winnings from Mithrines, abundantly supplied with gold which he lavished on his stable, and in vain ostentation and luxury of life. In this way the closest intimacy grew up between them, but with such show of openness and expression of admiration and respect on the part of Mithrines for the King and Alexander, that many thought him about to forswear his allegiance to Persia in order to enter the more active service of Philip. Nor did he avoid or slight Olympias, but sought every opportunity to ingratiate himself in her fa- vour by the extreme deference he paid her as a woman and the reigning Queen of Macedonia. Among others, disafl^ected like Amyntas, who sought the company of Mithrines, were three Lyn- cestian princes of dissolute habits, who, in the course of events, were destined to play an impor- tant part in the tragic history of their country. These impoverished noblemen, like Pausanias and Amyntas, won great sums of Mithrines and, like LOVE'S DELUSIONS 313 them, ended by becoming the creatures of his will. In this obscure way the wily Persian attached to his person a wide and subservient following among the disaffected princes and nobles of the country. For, provident of his master's gold, he lost only to those who had cause of complaint against Philip or Alexander, or were likely to be useful to him in the prosecution of his hidden projects. Amyntas, hav- ing now abundant means, lost no opportunity to build up his influence among the dependents of the court, and seeking the society of Pausanias, kept alive the latter's animosities by fulsome flattery and open reproach of the King. This, until at last the deluded lover looked upon himself as so griev- ously misused that he thought himself bound in honour to seek redress, even to the extent of putting to death the exalted person who, he believed, had injured him. Such were the secret intrigues of the court as Pausanias, much cast down over the King's re- turn, approached Alexander with halting step and woe-begone visage. Saluting him, Alexander cried out in raillery: "What sorrow oppresses you who but yesterday were all aglow over Cleopatra's coming?" "Do not treat my passion with derision, Prince, for such speech, though it come from the King, can scarce be patiently borne," Pausanias sullenly re- sponded. 314 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "I had no thought to wound you, for I wish you every success in your undertaking," Alexander said in all kindness, for, being favoured in his own love, he felt the compassion those who are successful have for their less fortunate friends. "Your wishes arc vain, Prince, for my hope of happiness in Cleopatra's love, long treasured, is forever blasted; a dish flung from Edessa's cliff could not be more completely shattered by the fall." "You are but a lame lover, I fear, to give way at the first rebuff. Women of beauty and exalted rank prize themselves highly and yield not quickly to love's advances. You lack courage, Pausanias, to fly at the first repulse as if tlie citadel were im- pregnable," Alexander laughed. "She looks upon me as an impoverished Prince without station or hope of preferment, and so flouts my suit." "Captain of the King's guard, your rank dis- proves all that." "A mere hanger-on without friends or influence." "No one has more powerful friends than you, for you number among them the King, who ollicr- wise would not honour you with so high a place about his person." "And you?" "Not less your friend than the King," Alexander assured him, for in all things he felt the liveliest compassion for the unfortunate Princes whose LOVE'S DELUSIONS 315 houses had been overwhelmed in the building up of the Kingdom. "If you are my friend as you say, come to my aid; intercede with Qeopatra in my behalf, for she wUl not listen to my suit nor admit me to her presence." "Pique, Pausanias! A trick to try your con- stancy ! You are jealous and she tortures you, for you have always been her favourite, and women do not change thus quickly." "^Vith the growth of ambitious aims their love cools and the chUl frosts of winter are more wel- come than the opening buds of spring," Pausanias said with a scowl, referring to Cleopatra's prefer- ence for the aging King. "The flower of Qeopatra's hfe has scare opened, and so her heart cannot be hardened as you im- agine," Alexander scoffed, ignorant of her prefer- ence for the King and mistaking Pausanias' ref- erence. "It may be the scheming of her uncle, who ex- hibits her charms as one would a horse in the open market, that has wrought the change, for change there is, and to my undoing." "Attalus would pawn his wife to gain prefer- ment, and so, having some selfish end in view, may have sought to wean her love from you; but what of that? IVIen do not yield in such matters to the will of others," Alexander said, thinking of Rox- ana. 3i6 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Do you advise me thus, you, the King's son?" Pausanias asked, amazed, not knowing that Alex- ander was ignorant of the intrigue between the King and Cleopatra. "Yes, by all the gods, for men's desires in such things, being honourable, should not be lightly abandoned. Nay, were the King himself to com- mand it I would not yield in such a case. No, a hundred times no!" Alexander exclaimed, think- ing of his love and the opposition it was likely to meet with from the King. "Then I pray you come to my assistance; thus I may succeed, may still hope to win her, but un- aided I shall fail," Pausanias begged, with be- seeching voice. "No; men must act for themselves in such mat- ters, not through another." "It may be, but not in such case as this, for Atta- lus may not turn you away, and Cleopatra holds you in such high regard that I was once jealous of her preferment lest it meant something deeper." "Foolishly, you see, and without cause, as in the present case. Indeed, so sure am I that neither time nor more ambitious aims have cooled her love for you I would lay a wager that she still looks upon you with favour," Alexander said, recalling to mind the youthful attachment between Pausanias and Cleopatra. LOVE'S DELUSIONS 317 "I accept the wager, Prince, and if it turn out as you imagine, I will gladly devote my life to the King's service. But lose no time, I pray, if you will undertake the favour in my behalf, lest waiting, the opportunity pass," Pausanias pleaded. "I owe the Princess a visit of welcome, and if I avail myself of the chance to speak a word in your favour be you not idle, but hasten to the King and forthwith enlist his good offices in your behalf," Alexander urged, and without waiting response, at once set out on his proposed mission, glad to do th^ unfortunate Prince a service. Emerging a few moments later from the gate of the fortress, he was accompanied by a troop of the Companion Cavalry with attendant pages, mounted like himself on steeds richly caparisoned, thus cloth- ing his visit of respect and ceremony with kingly dignity and courtly grace. The bridles of the highly spirited horses which the cavalcade bestrode, like the woollen blankets that served for seats, were creamy white, while from the head-stalls of the prancing steeds plumes nodded in the morning air. Riding close about the Prince, the resplendent cos- tumes of the Companions and the short crimson capes of the pages gave to the cavalcade a kingly air well befitting the love of splendour that charac- terized Alexander throughout his life. Slowly making his way through the crowded streets, the air resounded with the cry, "Long live 3i8 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE the Prince!" as the excited throng crowded close upon him. Reaching the stately dwelling of Atta- lus, he bowed and smiled in response to the saluta- tions of the waiting throng as he dismounted and made his way into the palace. Attains, the uncle of Cleopatra whose place of residence Alexander now visited, was at once the richest and most powerful nobleman of Macedonia. Occupying a high office in the army, the King made him his companion and intimate; for he was like Philip in appetite, joining in his revels and applaud- ing his vices more loudly than his noble qualities. Indeed, it was through Philip's weaknesses that this intriguing noble attached himself to the King's person, and furthering his ambition in this way, he grew in fortune and influence until it was thought by many he aspired to the throne. Now, all the boundless resources of this resolute and scheming noble were directed to the successful consummation of the marriage of his niece to the King; a highly discreditable intrigue, it was thought, in view of Cleopatra's youth and the age and numerous wives of the King. To further the marriage. Attains caused it to be given out that at his death Cleopatra would inherit all his wealth ; a gratuitous offer, for the beautiful woman held the King's passions in such thraldom that he was ready to sacrifice the peace of his family and the good of his kingdom to consummate his marriage with the entrancing creature. LO VE'S DEL USIONS 3 19 Cleopatra, whose name and amorous nature were to reappear three hundred years later in the resplendent Queen of Egypt, was at this time twenty years of age, and possessed withal of a voluptuous beauty that belonged rather to the far east than the inhospitable climate of Macedonia. Secretly enamoured of Alexander, and knowing nothing of his love for Roxana, she believed she had but to put forth her unrivaled charms to win him to her arms ; and believing thus she impatiently awaited his visit, her resplendent beauty aided by every art that could enhance its glory. As she re- clined in graceful abandon on a silken divan be- neath an overhanging canopy embossed with gold, she had the confident air that a queen might have worn who awaited the advent of an accepted lover. Her graceful head was crowned with a diadem of gold about which diminishing circles of pearls were wound in profuse ornamentation, the Grecian robe, transparent in texture and embroidered with silver and gold spangles that adorned her forrh, being so fashioned as to display the graceful lines of her swan-like neck and voluptuous bosom. In all save this her garments were rather Oriental than Gre- cian ; and, indeed, except for her blue eyes and pink complexion one would have said she belonged rather to Syria than to Greece. About her slender waist she wore a broad girdle of beaten gold, inlaid with jewels, which served to confine her dress, falling 320 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE in graceful folds about her tall and willowy figure. From the girdle about her waist woven panels of gold and silver studded with jewels reached to her feet, while strings of pearls, fashioned with tur- quoise and richly studded with rubies, formed a resplendent collar about her beautiful neck. Her abundant hair, which was of a dark golden colour, was adorned v/ith clusters and festoons of pearls held in place by jewelled clasps. About her wrists and arms, and encasing her ankles, bracelets and bands of gold, studded with gems, were clasped; and that nothing should be wanting, the fingers of her white and shapely hands were covered with jewelled rings of rare beauty and design. To com- plete her costume, and give piquancy and charm to her beautiful hands and arms, she carried a tur- quoise fan adorned with sapphires shaped after the form of a lotus leaf. As Alexander entered the stately saloon in which Cleopatra reclined, the graceful beauty, rising to her feet, hurried forward, and meeting him midway of the room, knelt in gracious homage and kissed his hand. " 'Tis kind in you to come thus early and in such state, chivalrous Prince, to welcome my return to Pella. I feared you had forgotten me, or, per- chance, that your friendship had chilled with my long absence," she greeted, her face lighting up with pleasure as he lifted her to her feet. LOVE'S DELUSIONS 321 "I have not so many friends of my youth, sweet Princess, that one can be away without my sorrow- ing, or return without my hastening to welcome them home," he smiled, surveying the beautiful creature with undisguised admiration. "Do you find me changed as I do you?" she questioned archly, gazing into his attractive coun- tenance with rapt eyes. "Yes, Princess, for in your absence you have grown more beautiful, if that were possible," he said, with the candour of an old friend. "For shame. Prince, to thus flatter the companion of your youth. I would not have believed it, but 'tis plain that while I have been away you have learned the trick of saying meaningless pleasan- tries," she said, pleased at his words. "I could scarce pay an undeserved compliment, sweet Princess, to one who has enslaved the hearts of so many gallant noblemen that their sighs fill the court like a summer gale," he smiled, gratified that she should receive him with so much favour. "Those I care least to please have annoyed me with their importunities, while those I have most esteemed in the past have remained indifferent or coldly silent," she chided, gazing into his face as if to find some response to her frank avowal. "If that be true they, not you, have been the losers ; but where so many seek to win approval you can scarce know your own heart for bewilderment 322 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE of numbers and the earnestness with which they plead their cause." "Woman's love cannot be thus confused, but stands out the more clearly from comparison of numbers. But you, Prince, who dream only of war and how to acquit yourself in battle, know not what love is or its sweet longings, having no heart your- self," she chided, seeking to draw him on. "If I have seemed not to have a heart heretofore it was but seeming." "Then we distressed mortals, who have long felt its burden, may now hope for some measure of sympathy," she beamed, seeing in his heightened colour a happy consummation of her ardent hopes. "Come, Prince," she went on, laying her hand on his with engaging frankness, "confess to me your secret as if I were your love, for in nothing can I refuse to further your desires, however much you have been led to believe the contrary," she hinted, referring to the King's suit. "Nay, I come not to lay my heart bare, for its throbbing would find no response in the breast of another, but to fulfill a promise to one so desperately enamoured of you that I have been led to put aside my own passion in furtherance of his." "It were risking less, Alexander, to speak of your own love, for naught, not even the King's pleasure, nay his positive command, would avail aught with me in my desire to further the hopes of his son." LOVE'S DELUSIONS 323 "My errand is not one of selfish interest, but looks to reawakening in your heart the love you once bore my friend, if indeed you have ceased to look upon him with favour," he smiled, blind to her meaning. "Such pleadings were idle, Prince, but who is it that thus enlists your good offices, if indeed you come as the envoy of another?" "One you have ever regarded with friendship, and 'twas thought with a passion far deeper," "Then you are serious in what you say; I had thought it mere pleasantry," she said, her brow darkening with vexation. "He thinks it most serious, and I as well. Prin- cess, else».I would not come to plead his cause. In- deed, he threatens to kill himself or do some other desperate deed if you deny him further, so dis- traught is he with the melancholy that consumes him." "I care not if he do, nor how quickly; but who is this love-sick fool who enlists so great a per- sonage to plead his cause?" "No other than the noble Prince Pausanias, who believes you once loved him and may again be led to look upon him with favour if not restrained by your august uncle. Nay, do not take it unkindly," Alexander went on, observing her clouded face, "but try to think of him with some favour, for he is so consumed by his mad passion that he is but a shadow of his former self." 324 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE "Do you come, Prince, to plead the cause of that weakHng, foregoing thoughts of your own love in his vain longings? You are more generous than most men, but unavailingly, as you would see if you knew aught of women," she protested, show- ing her heart as in a mirror. Thinking she referred to his love for Roxana, he said: "I have erred, and foolishly, sweet Princess, in accepting this errand, believing you might still look upon Pausanias with favour. Now nothing is left me but to crave your pardon and take my leave." "I never regarded his love except as a pleasantry, and if it led him on 'twas as I would bend a horse to my will, other diversion being denied me. Frown if you will and call it what you may, for your re- proaches are far sweeter to my ears than the plead- ings of Pausanias," she confessed, with voice tremu- lous with passion. "No, I will not weary you further, and am justly reproved for meddling in a thing that does not con- cern me and about which I know so little," he said, excusing himself and rising to his feet. "What I deny him with scorn I might lay down my life to grant another if he but spoke the word," she avowed, pulling him down beside her. "It were more fitting in the victor of Cheronea to speak of his own passion than waste his time pleading the cause of another. Nay, you shall not go until you have LOVE'S DELUSIONS 325 divulged the love that consumes you, for it is your way to leave unsaid what other and less noble men make haste to publicly avow," she cried, her pas- sion overpowering her reason. "If youth and thoughts of other things have kept my heart still till now, it beats at last with greater passion because of the denial," he said, misinter- preting her words, thinking his love for Roxana known to her. "Feeling at last its fierce throbbings, will you lose forever what you most desire by longer evasion?" she pleaded, caressing his hand. "Isiy love is a thing assured, but I dare not at this time give it public expression, for I may not yet brave the King, who will by no means look with favour on my suit," he explained, conjuring up the obstacles Philip would throw in the way of his union with Roxana. "Did Philip ask Perdiccas, the King, whom he might marry? Are you of less royal blood that you will permit your father to step between you and your heart's desire ? Fie, Alexander, I thought you great only to find you weaker than Pausanias," she scofifed, striving to spur him on to avow his pas- sion, believing all he said referred to her, but which he dared not openly voice because of the King's suit. "I may not now stand out against the King's will, but in the end, and in my own time will have my 326 ALEXANDER THE PRINCE way," Alexander declared, the vision of Roxana growing more entrancing with thought of the ob- stacles that intervened to prevent his union with her. "And waiting long, poor Prince, gain at last what another leaves," she cried with flaming face and heaving bosom, unable longer to restrain her pas- sion. "No, you shall not be thus put off, Alexander, for I love you, and were he who opposes a thou- sand times the King it would not matter. Nay, do not turn from me, for, responding to my determined will, Philip shall yield and his opposition to the union give place to kind indulgence," she cried, with impassioned voice. Surprised and confounded, Alexander, over- whelmed with shame, was silent, not knowing what to do or say. At last, putting her gently from him, he cried out as if in derision, his face crimsoned with humiliation: "What you say can only be in jest, Cleopatra, mere pleasantry; and as such I join with you in the merriment of it." "No, I love you, Alexander, and in all modesty, however bold I may be in giving it voice," she ex- cused herself, unwilling to believe he repulsed her. "I am unworthy so great a favour, Cleopatra. 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