The Golden Hope: A Story of the Time of King Alexander the Great. Fuller Robert Higginson

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СКАЧАТЬ a whirlwind, you say?" Agias repeated, glancing at Clearchus.

      "Like a whirlwind, indeed," the messenger replied, "and panic holds the city!"

      "Thy question is answered, my son," said Agias, quietly.

      Clearchus was amazed. He had believed that the words of the Pythia were to be taken in their literal sense, and he had resolved to consult Aristotle in the matter on his return to Athens. But when Agias called his attention to the reply of the messenger, who could have had no knowledge of the prophecy, he could not doubt that a metaphor had been intended. The plans of the young Macedonian monarch at once acquired a new and intense interest in his mind and he listened eagerly to Cimon's story.

      "The Thebans are divided," said the messenger. "They know not whether to surrender their city and earn their pardon, or to give defiance to the young king. The last they had heard of him was that he had been slain in battle at Pelium by the blow of a club. You know already that the citizens rose when Phœnix and Prothytes came back from Athens and that they besieged the Macedonian garrison in the Cadmea. Athens sent money and promised an army. The Bœotarchs ordered the walls to be made strong and a barricade to be built inside so that even if the walls should fall, they would still be able to defend themselves. Fugitives from Onchestris brought the first news that Alexander and his army were there. Even then the city would not believe it was the Hegemon himself, but maintained that it must be Antipater or the Lyncestian namesake of the king. For how, they asked, could the dead come to life?"

      "Nothing is beyond the power of the Gods," Agias said sententiously.

      "We expected a swift attack," Cimon continued, "but it was not until the next day that the army came within sight of the city and encamped north of the walls. The Thebans sent their cavalry and light troops to meet them. This was only a skirmish, but the soldiers brought word that Alexander, indeed, was there. Some of them who knew him had seen him directing the Macedonian troops.

      "We found this to be true when the Macedonians moved their camp around to the main gate. The soldiers of the garrison in the Cadmea recognized their king and cried out to us that Alexander had come to avenge them. Still he did not attack, but sent a herald to say that he would forgive all that had been done if the city would yield itself and send him Phœnix and Prothytes to be punished."

      "And what was the answer?" Agias asked.

      "There were many who favored accepting the terms," Cimon replied, "especially since aid from Athens had been cut off; but the exiles who had returned to raise the revolt declared that the king was afraid. Should he have the boldness to attack the walls, they promised that he would be beaten and that Thebes would send a garrison to Pella instead of having one in the Cadmea."

      "They are desperate men," the old priest said.

      "But they won the people," Cimon replied, "and it was resolved to fight. So matters stood when I slipped out of the northern gate last night to bring you word."

      "You have done well, Cimon," Agias said. "Dost thou think the city will escape?"

      "That I cannot tell," the messenger answered. "It has corn enough for a siege; but Alexander's army contains thirty thousand footmen and a troop of horse, besides ballistæ and battering-rams which they were setting up when I left."

      "The walls are strong," Agias said, reflecting. "Well, go to thy rest. Thou hast need of it."

      Clearchus and his friends had enough to talk about as they walked down from the temple.

      "One thing is certain," said the young Athenian. "We must go at once to Thebes."

      "That we must do if only to see the fighting," Leonidas replied.

      "What if the Dragon's Teeth should win?" Eresthenes suggested.

      "They cannot," Leonidas said. "The man who could make the march that Alexander made is a general as well as a king. There is no Epaminondas in Thebes now."

      "What will become of Chares' mother and his family if the city falls?" Clearchus exclaimed, stopping short.

      "Have I not heard him say that his father formed a guest-friendship with Philip when the Macedonian was left in Thebes as a hostage?" Leonidas replied.

      "Yes," Clearchus admitted, "but that may be forgotten by his son if all they say concerning Philip's death be true."

      "Then we must remind him," Leonidas said, "and that is another reason why we must go to Thebes."

      Eresthenes gave the young men a cordial good-speed when they left him in the morning to set out for the beleaguered city. They descended from the mountains and entered the fertile plains of Bœotia, through which they rode all day without finding a sign of war. The farmers went about their work and the shepherds were pasturing their flocks as peacefully as though there were no such things as armies and slaughter. More than once they stopped to ask news of the siege, but the people of the plain could tell them nothing. Many of them had not heard that Alexander was before the city; others had indeed heard the rumor, but convinced that they themselves were safe, they took no interest in it.

      Evening was drawing on and they had approached to within a few miles of the city when they met a rider whose horse was dripping with sweat.

      "Ho, there; what news of Thebes?" Leonidas shouted as he passed.

      The man looked at them, but made no answer. He bent low on the neck of his horse and his cloak flew out behind him like the wings of a huge bird.

      "There has been a battle," Leonidas said. "Was he Theban or Macedonian?"

      Burning with impatience, they urged their horses to the crest of a low hill, where they came suddenly upon half a dozen cavalrymen, who had halted in a small grove to bind up a wound which one of their number had received in the shoulder.

      "What has happened?" Leonidas asked, drawing rein beside them.

      "Know you not that the city has fallen?" one of the soldiers replied. "The accursed Macedonians forced us in through the gates and came in with us. Not a soul is left alive in Thebes, and my wife and children were there!"

      "And that is where you should be," the Spartan replied contemptuously.

      The poor fellow burst into tears at this reproach as he thought of the fate of his little family. Clearchus, touched by his grief, drew out his purse and gave it to him.

      "If they are still living, this may aid you to ransom them," he said.

      As the two friends proceeded they now began to meet other bands of fugitives straggling along the road. Most of them fled silently, often looking back over their shoulders as if in dread of pursuit.

      "Cowards!" said Leonidas, scornfully.

      "Life is sweet to all of us," Clearchus remonstrated, thinking of Artemisia.

      "To such as these it should be bitter!" the Spartan replied.

      They were rounding a turn in the road as he spoke, and before the words were well out of his mouth they found themselves entangled in a rabble of horsemen, who were retreating before a fierce attack.

      "In here, quickly!" Leonidas cried, urging his horse back among the trees beside the road.

      They had barely time to gain this shelter before the rush of plunging horses and shouting men went past them. The Thebans were evidently making a desperate attempt to rally, and just beyond the spot where the two СКАЧАТЬ