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up at Achilles. It was Patrokles, I knew without being told. His tightly curled
hair was reddish brown, rather than the usual darker tones of the Greeks. I
wondered if it was his natural color. Like Achilles, Patrokles was beardless.
But he seemed young enough not to need to shave. A golden pitcher of wine stood
on the carpet beside him.
I looked at Achilles again and understood the demons that drove him to be the
greatest warrior of his age. A small ugly boy born to a king. A boy destined to
rule, but always the object of taunts and derisive laughter behind his back. A
young man possessed with fire to silence the laughter, to stifle the taunting.
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His slim arms and legs were iron-hard, knotted with muscle. His eyes were
absolutely humorless. There was no doubt in my mind that he could outfight
Odysseus or even powerful Ajax on sheer willpower alone.
"Greetings, Odysseus the Ever-Daring," he said, in a calm, clear tenor voice
that was close to mocking. "And to you, mighty Ajax, King of Salamis and
champion of the Achaian host." Then his voice softened. "And to you, Phoenix, my
well-loved tutor."
I glanced at the old man. He bowed toward Achilles, but his eyes were on the
beautiful Patrokles.
"We bring you greetings, Prince Achilles," said Odysseus, "from Agamemnon the
High King."
"The bargain-breaker, you mean," Achilles snapped. "Agamemnon the
gift-snatcher."
"He is our High King," Odysseus said, his tone barely suggesting that they were
all stuck with Agamemnon and the best they could do was try to work with him.
"So he is," admitted Achilles. "And well beloved by Father Zeus, I'm sure."
It was going to be a difficult parley, I could see.
"Perhaps our guests are hungry," Patrokles suggested in a soft voice.
Achilles tousled his curly mop of hair. "Always the thoughtful one."
He bade us sit and told the serving women to feed us and bring wine cups.
Odysseus, Ajax, and Phoenix took couches arranged near Achilles's dais.
Patrokles filled their cups from his pitcher of gold. We underlings sat on the
floor, by the entrance. The women passed trays of broiled lamb with onions among
us and filled our wooden cups with spiced wine mixed with honey.
After a round of toasts and polite banter, Achilles said, "I thought I heard the
mighty Agamemnon bawling like a woman, earlier today. He breaks into tears quite
easily, doesn't he?"
Odysseus frowned slightly. "Our High King was wounded today. A cowardly Trojan
archer hit him in the right shoulder."
"Too bad," said Achilles. "I see that you did not escape the day's fighting
without a wound, yourself. Did it bring you to tears?"
Ajax burst out, "Achilles, if Agamemnon cries, it's not from pain or fright.
It's from shame! Shame that the Trojans have penned us up in our camp. Shame
that our best fighter sits here on a soft couch while his comrades are being
slaughtered by Hector and his troops."
"Shame is what he should feel!" Achilles shouted back. "He's robbed me! He's
treated me like a slave or even worse. He calls himself the High King but he
behaves like a thieving whoremaster!"
And so it went, for hours. Achilles was furious with Agamemnon for taking back a
prize he had been awarded, some captive girl. He claimed that he did all the
fighting while Agamemnon was a coward, but after the battle was won the High
King parceled out the spoils to suit himself and even then reneged on what
Achilles felt was due him.
"I have sacked more towns and brought the Achaians more captives and loot than
any man here, and none of you can say I haven't," he insisted hotly. "Yet that
fat lard-ass can steal my proper rewards away from me and you all of you! just
let him do it. Did any of you stick up for me in the council? Do you think I owe
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you anything? Why should I fight for you when you won't even raise your voices
on my behalf?"
Patrokles tried to soothe him, without much success. "Achilles, these men aren't
your enemies. They've come here on a mission of reconciliation. It isn't proper
for a host to bellow at his guests so."
"I know," Achilles replied, almost smiling down at the young man. "It's not your
fault," he said to Odysseus and the others. "But I'll see myself in Hades before
I'll help Agamemnon again. He's not trustworthy. You should be thinking about
appointing a new leader for yourselves."
Odysseus tried tact, praising Achilles's prowess in battle, downplaying
Agamemnon's failures and shortcomings. Ajax, as blunt and straightforward as a
shovel, flatly told Achilles that he was helping the Trojans to murder the
Achaians. Old Phoenix appealed to his former student's sense of honor, and
recited childhood homilies at him.
Achilles remained unmoved. "Honor?" he snapped at Phoenix. "What kind of honor
would I have left if I put my spear back in the service of the man who robbed
me?"
Odysseus said, "We can get the girl back for you, if that's what you want. We
can get a dozen girls for you."
"Or boys," Ajax added. "Whatever you want."
Achilles got to his feet, and Patrokles scrambled to stand beside him. I was
right, he was terribly small, although every inch of him was hard with sinew.
Even the slender Patrokles topped him by a few inches.
"I will defend my boats when Hector breaks into the camp," Achilles said. "Until
Agamemnon comes to me personally and apologizes, and begs me to rejoin the
fighting, that is all that I will do."
Odysseus rose, realizing that we were being dismissed. Phoenix stood up and,
after glancing around, Ajax finally understood and got up too.
"What will the poets say of Achilles in future generations?" Odysseus asked,
firing his last arrow at the warrior's pride. "That he sulked in his tent while
the Trojans slaughtered his friends?"
The shot glanced off Achilles without penetrating. "They will never say that I
humbled myself and threw away my honor by serving a man who has humiliated me."
We went to the doorway, speaking polite formal farewells. Phoenix hung back and
I heard Achilles invite his old mentor to remain the night.
Outside, Ajax shook his head wearily. "There's nothing we can do. He just won't
listen to us."
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