Electra. Kerry Greenwood

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      'Polyxena. My doomed little sister.'

      'What happened to her?'

      'Agamemnon sacrificed her on the grave of Achilles.'

      'Then we are bound together,' I reasoned.

      'How?' She did not sound either friendly or unfriendly.

      'The same man sacrificed my sister Iphigenia for a wind to Troy, and they told us that she was going to be married to Achilles. She died, like your sister.'

      We did not say anything, but our hands crept out and clasped, warmly, in the darkness. We sat like that for a long time, then I lay down to sleep and she sat upright, watching, in the night.

      The attack came without warning. I was jolted and rolled face down on the floor, breathing mud. I heard Cassandra shout a sentry's warning like a soldier. 'Ware enemies!' and there was a solid thud as her attacker hit the wall. I heard the grunt as he fell.

      My assailant, strong and drunken, hauled me up and grappled me close to his sweating, stinking body. Wine fumes almost overcame me. I sagged, fainting, and he chuckled, 'Mine, stranger-woman.' I was powerless, sunk in horror, which stole what feeble strength I had.

      He shoved me into the coign of two walls. His breath was on my face and I gagged. His hands tore the front of my chiton. I had no escape.

      And I lost myself. I felt a shriek rip my throat. Thereafter I heard nothing and saw nothing until I was sitting in the sunlight in the square, with Cassandra bathing my face and hands.

      The water in the dish was red with blood, but I seemed uninjured. Sound came back to me. Chryse Diomenes, tall as an offended God, shining in the new light, was reproving the elders of the village called Artemision. His face looked like an ivory carving, set in stern lines.

      'You broke in to violate a guest, fracturing all the customs and rules of Achaea, where strangers are sacred,' he was saying. The elders looked sullenly at their feet. They were old men, as crooked as their shepherd's staffs. In a house on the opposite side I heard female voices raised in a lament for the dead. Their keening underlay Diomenes' words.

      'You have been suitably rewarded. We would have given you gold for your hospitality and friendship, but you decided to take our women and our treasure by force. Truly it is said that in the land of the Argives there is neither honour nor trust.'

      'One of us is dead,' muttered the oldest man.

      'You are fortunate that the rest of you are alive. Don't you recognise the Goddess when you see her, blind men of Artemision?'

      All eyes swung, not to me, but to Cassandra kneeling at my feet. Her hair was bright gold in the rising sun. She did not look at them, but turned her face away.

      'Could a woman have so torn that man? Could a wild beast?

      He was almost rent in half, disembowelled, by a slight maiden with no weapons. Only the Gods have such power. I am a priest of Asclepius the son of Apollo, from the Temple at Epidavros. My brothers were Macaon and Polidarius, my sister Hygeia. I was dedicated as a child and I have been to the slaughter at Troy, and yet I have never seen such injuries. You named this village after the Virgin Hunter, Artemis. You defile her worship by attempting rape. You are punished.

      'We will tend our sister, possessed by Artemis. When we are sure that she is well enough to travel, we will leave. You will occupy yourself in prayer. A sacrifice must be made to the Divine Hunter, her temple must be cleaned and repaired, and you must fast for three days. No woman will work in that time, for you have offended Her.

      'You will carry water, men of Artemision, and wear the veils of maidens. You will repent to the depths of your hearts, or the game will desert your slopes and this time next year men will say, "Here was Artemision, but it is empty now, except for the Iean corpses which the famine left." Signify your agreement.'

      They all nodded and shuffled away. Cassandra emptied the bowl and refilled it. There was crusted blood all over me, from thumb to shoulder and all down my breast, but I felt no injury.

      'Return to your hearth, husband!' shrieked a woman in the shuttered house. 'Go not to Styx, the cold river of the underworld. Aie!' she keened, and other voices joined her. 'Aie! Aie!' they wailed.

      There was an odd edge of glee to this female chorus, which made me uncomfortable. 'What happened?' I asked.

      Cassandra touched my wrist, felt my forehead and examined my eyes, then gave me a brisk pat on the cheek. 'Electra, you've come back. You don't remember anything?' I shook my head.

      She continued, 'The villagers of Artemision tried to attack us in the night, first plying our escort with much wine. Three broke in. I flattened one and Orestes stabbed another in the thigh, which was as high as he could reach. He's a good boy,' she said, casting an approving glance at my brother, who was sitting on the edge of the well, being washed by Eumides. He was unhurt as far as I could see, though white and shaking. 'Then one attacked you and, before I could come to your rescue, you were possessed and you tore out his guts with your hands,' said Cassandra matter-of-factly. 'Of course, it wasn't necessary to kill him,' she added, sluicing clean water over the rest of the stains.

      'Go and sit down on the bench and the wine-seller will give us warm wine and honey, then you must eat something. A maenad rage is very exhausting. Have you had them before?'

      'Never.' I did as I was told and sipped at a cup handed to me by a man ludicrously draped in a woman's veil. My hand slipped a little on the kylix and he cringed away from my touch. I considered the implications of all that blood on me and the dead man being mourned, and delved for some feeling about it. I couldn't find anything.

      'This tale will follow us to Corinth, with any luck. I think we may avoid attack in future,' commented Eumides, scrubbing my brother clean with someone's precious linen towel and throwing it down. 'There, boy, you did well, have some wine.' Orestes sat down at my feet, cradling his goblet. 'Lady sister, how fare you?' he asked formally.

      'I fare well, my Lord brother,' I replied. 'Orestes, were you hurt?'

      'No, Electra, but I was scared in the dark.'

      'So was I,' I said, to comfort him. But I hadn't been. Something had taken control of me.

      I drank more wine and was hungry enough to eat bread and cheese. Then I changed into a clean chiton and gave the bloody one to a hovering elder to wash.

      Cassandra sat on the elders' bench, combing her golden hair and considering the veiled men coming to the well, like a well-fed fox watching grazing rabbits.

      IV

      Odysseus

      Captive in the cave of the Cyclops, I told him my name was Nobody, and thrust a fiery stake into his single eye. I led my shipwrecked and terrified men out as the giant howled in pain, and when the others asked what was wrong, the simpleton cried that Nobody had wounded him. Nobody had hurt him!

      I obliged my crew to remember that I am Odysseus of the Nimble Word, when they asked how we had been saved.

      'Wine, a talent for impersonating sheep and superior linguistic ability,' I told them.

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