Part 13 (1/2)

Down in the hold of his transport, Sokrates could see very little. That being so, he spent as little time as he could down there, and as much as he could up on the narrow strip of decking that ran from bow to stern. ”For is it not unreasonable, and clean against nature,” he said to a sailor who grumbled about his being up there, ”for a man to travel far, and see not a bit of where he has gone?”

”I don't care about unreasonable or reasonable,” the sailor said, which made Sokrates flinch. ”If you get in our way, we'll chuck you down where you belong.”

”I shall be very careful,” Sokrates promised.

And so he was . . . for a while. The fleet had come back into the Saronic Gulf, bound for Athens and home. There was the island of Aigina-Athens' old rival-to the left, famous Salamis closer to the port of Peiraieus, with the high headland of Cape Sounion, the southeastern corner of Attica, off to the right. The sun sparkled from myriads of little waves. Seabirds dove for fish and then robbed one another for all the world as if they were men.

Sokrates squatted on the decking and asked a rower, ”How is your work here, compared to what you would be doing in a trireme?”

”Oh, it's a harder pull,” the fellow answered, grunting as he stroked with the six-cubit oar. ”We've only got the one deck of rowers, and the s.h.i.+p's heavier than a trireme would be. Still and all, though, this has its points, too. If you're a thalamite or a zeugite in a trireme-anything but a thranite, up on the top bank of oars-the wide-a.r.s.ed rogue in front of you is always farting in your face.”

”Yes, I've heard Aristophanes speak of this in comedies,” Sokrates said.

”Don't have to worry about that here, by Zeus,” the rower said. His b.u.t.tocks slid across his leather cus.h.i.+on as he stroked again.

Up at the bow of the transport, an officer pointed north, toward Peiraieus. ”Look! A galley's coming out to meet us.”

”Only one, though,” a man close by him said. ”I wondered if they'd bring out a fleet against us.”

”They'd be sorry if they tried,” the officer said. ”We've got the best s.h.i.+ps and best crews right here. They couldn't hope to match us.”

”Oh, they could hope,” the other man said, ”but you're right-they'd be sorry.” Now he pointed toward the approaching trireme. ”It's the Salaminia Salaminia.”

”Haven't seen her since Sicily,” the officer said sourly. ”I wonder if they've heard the news about everything we did. We'll find out.”

The triremes traveled ahead of the transports to protect them, but the s.h.i.+p carrying Sokrates was only a couple of plethra behind the wars.h.i.+ps: close enough to let him hear shouts across the water. There in the middle of the line of triremes sailed Alkibiades' flags.h.i.+p. The commander of the expeditionary force was easy for the men of the Salaminia Salaminia to spot. His bright hair flashed in the sun, and he wore that purple tunic that had to be just this side of hubris. The ceremonial galley steered toward the to spot. His bright hair flashed in the sun, and he wore that purple tunic that had to be just this side of hubris. The ceremonial galley steered toward the Thraseia Thraseia.

”Hail!” Alkibiades called to the Salaminia Salaminia as she drew near. as she drew near.

”Alkibiades son of Kleinias?” someone on the other galley replied.

”Is that you again, Herakleides, who don't know who I am?” Alkibiades answered. Sokrates couldn't make out the other man's reply. Whatever it was, Alkibiades laughed and went on, ”Go on back to the harbor and tell those stay-at-home fools the G.o.ds have given their judgment. We conquered Syracuse, and a government loyal to Athens rules there now. And on the way home we burned Sparta down around the haughty Spartans' ears.”

By the sudden buzz-almost a roar-from the crew of the Salaminia Salaminia, that news hadn't hadn't reached Athens yet. Even so, the spokesman aboard the ceremonial galley, whether Herakleides or another man, went on, ”Alkibiades son of Kleinias, it seems good to the people of Athens”-the ancient formula for an a.s.sembly decree-”for your men not to enter the city in arms, but to lay down their weapons as they disembark from their s.h.i.+ps at Peiraieus. And it further seems good to the people of Athens that you yourself should enter the city alone before they go in, to explain to the said people of Athens your reasons for flouting their previous summons.” reached Athens yet. Even so, the spokesman aboard the ceremonial galley, whether Herakleides or another man, went on, ”Alkibiades son of Kleinias, it seems good to the people of Athens”-the ancient formula for an a.s.sembly decree-”for your men not to enter the city in arms, but to lay down their weapons as they disembark from their s.h.i.+ps at Peiraieus. And it further seems good to the people of Athens that you yourself should enter the city alone before they go in, to explain to the said people of Athens your reasons for flouting their previous summons.”

A rumble of anger went up from all the s.h.i.+ps in the fleet close enough for the crews to make out the spokesman's words. ”Hear that, boys?” Alkibiades shouted in a great voice. ”I won the war for them, and they want to tell me to drink hemlock. You You won the war for them, and they want to take your spears and your corselets away from you. Are we going to let 'em get away with it?” won the war for them, and they want to take your spears and your corselets away from you. Are we going to let 'em get away with it?”

”Nooooo!” The great roar came from the whole fleet, or as much of it as Alkibiades' voice could reach. Most of the rowers and the officers-and many of the hoplites, who, being belowdecks, couldn't hear so well-aboard Sokrates' transport joined in it. The great roar came from the whole fleet, or as much of it as Alkibiades' voice could reach. Most of the rowers and the officers-and many of the hoplites, who, being belowdecks, couldn't hear so well-aboard Sokrates' transport joined in it.

”You hear that?” Alkibiades called to the Salaminia Salaminia as aftershocks of outrage kept erupting from the wings of the fleet. ”There's your answer. You can take it back to the demagogues who lie when they call themselves the people of Athens. But you'd better hurry if you do, because we're bringing it ourselves.” as aftershocks of outrage kept erupting from the wings of the fleet. ”There's your answer. You can take it back to the demagogues who lie when they call themselves the people of Athens. But you'd better hurry if you do, because we're bringing it ourselves.”

Being the polis' state trireme, the Salaminia Salaminia naturally had a crack crew. Her starboard rowers pulled normally, while those on the port side backed oars. The galley spun in the water, turning almost in her own length. She also enjoyed the luxury of a dry hull, having laid up in a s.h.i.+pshed most of the time. That made her lighter and swifter than the s.h.i.+ps of Alkibiades' fleet, which were waterlogged and heavy from hard service. She raced back toward Peiraieus. naturally had a crack crew. Her starboard rowers pulled normally, while those on the port side backed oars. The galley spun in the water, turning almost in her own length. She also enjoyed the luxury of a dry hull, having laid up in a s.h.i.+pshed most of the time. That made her lighter and swifter than the s.h.i.+ps of Alkibiades' fleet, which were waterlogged and heavy from hard service. She raced back toward Peiraieus.

The triremes that had gone to Sicily followed. So did the transports, though a little more sedately. A naked sailor nudged Sokrates. ”What do you think, old-timer? We going to have to fight our way in?”

”I have opinions on a great many things,” Sokrates replied. ”Some of them, I hope, are true opinions. Here, however, I shall not venture any opinion. The unfolding of events will yield the answer.”

”You don't know either, eh?” The sailor shrugged. ”Well, we'll find out pretty cursed quick.”

”I thought I just said that,” Sokrates said plaintively. But the other man wasn't listening to him any more.

No triremes came forth from Peiraieus to challenge the fleet's entry. Indeed, Athens' harbor seemed all but deserted; most of the sailors and longsh.o.r.emen and quayside loungers had fled. A herald bearing the staff of his office stood on a quay and shouted in a great voice, ”Let all know that any who proceed in arms from this place shall be judged traitors against the city and people of Athens!”

”We are are the city and people of Athens!” Alkibiades shouted back, and the whole fleet roared agreement. ”We have done great things! We will do more!” Again, soldiers and sailors bellowed to back him up. the city and people of Athens!” Alkibiades shouted back, and the whole fleet roared agreement. ”We have done great things! We will do more!” Again, soldiers and sailors bellowed to back him up.

That sailor came back to Sokrates. ”Aren't you going to arm?” he asked. ”That's what the orders are.”

”I shall do that which seems right,” Sokrates answered, which sent the other man off scratching his head.

Sokrates went below. Down in the hold, hoplites were struggling into their armor, poking one another with elbows and knees, and cursing as they were elbowed in turn. He pushed his way through the arming foot soldiers to his own leather duffel. ”Come on!” someone said to him, voice cracking with excitement. ”Hurry up! High time we cleaned out that whole nest of polluted catamites!”

”Is it?” Sokrates said. ”Are they? How do you know?”

The hoplite stared at him. He saw that he might as well have been speaking Persian. The soldier fixed his scabbard on his belt. He reached around his body with his right hand to make sure he could draw his sword in a hurry if he had to.

Up on deck, the oarmaster shouted ”Oop!” ”Oop!” and the rowers rested at their oars. Somebody said, ”No one's here to make us fast to the pier. Furies take 'em! We'll do it ourselves.” The s.h.i.+p swayed slightly as a sailor sprang ash.o.r.e. Other sailors flung him lines. They thumped on the quays. He tied the transport to the side of the pier. and the rowers rested at their oars. Somebody said, ”No one's here to make us fast to the pier. Furies take 'em! We'll do it ourselves.” The s.h.i.+p swayed slightly as a sailor sprang ash.o.r.e. Other sailors flung him lines. They thumped on the quays. He tied the transport to the side of the pier.

A moment later, the gangplank thudded into place. Up on deck, an officer shouted, ”All hoplites out! Go down the quay and form up on dry land!” With a cheer, the soldiers-almost all of them now ready for battle-did as they were told, crowding toward the transport's stern to reach the gangplank. Duffel over his shoulder, Sokrates returned to Athenian soil, too.

This wasn't the first transport to disembark its men. On the sh.o.r.e, red-caped officers were bellowing, ”Form a phalanx! We've got work to do yet, and we'll do it, by Zeus!” As the battle formation took shape, Sokrates started north towards Athens all by himself.

”Here, you!” a captain yelled. ”Where do you think you're going?”

He stopped for a moment. ”Home,” he answered calmly.

”What? What are you talking about? We've got fighting to do yet,” the man said.

Sokrates tossed his head. ”No. When Athenian fights Athenian, who can say which side has the just cause, which the unjust? Not wis.h.i.+ng to do the unjust or to suffer it, I shall go home. Good day.” With a polite dip of the head, he started walking again.

Pounding sandals said the captain was coming after him. The man grabbed his arm. ”You can't do that!”

”Oh, but I can. I will.” Sokrates shook him off. The captain grabbed him again-and then, quite suddenly, found himself sitting in the dust. Sokrates kept walking.

”You'll be sorry!” the other man shouted after him, slowly getting to his feet. ”Wait till Alkibiades finds out about this!”

”No one can make me sorry for doing what is right,” Sokrates said. At his own pace, following his own will, he tramped along toward the city.

He was going along between the Long Walls, still at his own pace, when hoofbeats and the rhythmic thud of thousands of marching feet came from behind him. He got off the path, but kept going. Alkibiades trotted by on horseback in his purple chiton. Catching Sokrates' eye, he grinned and waved. Sokrates dipped his head again.

Alkibiades and the rest of the hors.e.m.e.n rode on. Behind them came the hoplites and peltasts. Behind them them came a great throng of rowers, unarmored and armed with belt knives and whatever else they could scrounge. They moved at a fine martial tempo, and left ambling Sokrates behind. He kept walking nonetheless. came a great throng of rowers, unarmored and armed with belt knives and whatever else they could scrounge. They moved at a fine martial tempo, and left ambling Sokrates behind. He kept walking nonetheless.

”Tyrant!” the men on the walls of Athens shouted at Alkibiades. ”Impious, sacrilegious defiler of the mysteries! Herm-smasher!”