Requiem For Athens

Requiem for Athens

  David Alkek

  Copyright (c) by David Alkek

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  I The World of Greece

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  II The Mentor and the Lover

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  III Pella, Crossing the Threshold

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  IV Allies and Enemies

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  V. The Adventure Begins

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  VI Dangers and Ordeals

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  VII Reward

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  VIII The Road Back

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  IX Resurrection

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  X The Elixir

  Chapter 40

  Epilogue

  Chronology of Events

  List of Historical Characters in Alphabetical Order

  I The World of Greece

  Chapter 1

  Piercing screams, like a person being tortured, shot through the open doorway and across the courtyard, where the men were gathered in anticipation. The screaming stopped and a woman appeared at the doorway with a red, wet, screaming mass in her hands and exhibited it to the men. Their voices rose, as in a chorus and said, "A boy". They congratulated Aristippus, slapping him on the back, while the women helped the mother and cleaned the newborn. A boy! He was exhilarated. It would be his second. He had named his first son Meletus, after his own father, which was the traditional way. He would name this boy Phidias, after his father's older brother. Aristippus had looked up to this uncle as a courageous soldier and hero, before he was killed in the wars with Sparta. He hoped Phidias would be like him.

  Ten days after his birth, Phidias was formally given his name and welcomed into the family. It was a religious ceremony which invoked the gods' blessings on the new infant. The extended family of aunts and uncles and cousins, as well as close friends, gathered around the hearth in the largest room. The hearth was a sacred place with small statues of the family gods, candles, and an incense burner, which today was filled with the precious substance. The slaves passed around wine and food, while the men danced in a circle, singing and waving their hands. The baby was passed from one woman to another, who acknowledged that he looked like his father, and that he would be strong and smart.

  Aristippus was a prosperous but not wealthy owner of a small estate, who raised olives, grapes, and sheep. His skin appeared weathered more than his thirty odd years from working his farm, and his body showed the scars from past wars that he had fought for Athens. A fair and honest man, he did not beat his slaves, and was known to sell his grapes and olive oil at fair prices.

  A year or so after the naming, Aristippus stepped from his house and walked past the gate. The large orange disk had just cleared the distant hills, and shone warm on his face, outlining his medium frame. Mists still crouched in the low areas, but would dissipate with the warmth of the day. From his vantage point on the hill, which his walled house stood upon, his dark brown eyes surveyed his fields. It was a solidly built stone compound that had been in his family for generations. The building lounged like an old man on the stony hill, surrounded by smaller hills like adoring children.

  He also owned a smaller house inside the walls of Athens, three miles away. He used it to entertain guests and where his sons would live once they started to attend school.

  He was proud of his second son, and Phidias thrived on the spoiling affection given to a Greek boy. Aristippus noted that at five, he was developing the skills that a Greek child should have. He could run fast and throw a ball. He also showed a quick intelligence, and wanted to read his father’s scrolls and letters. He already knew the alphabet. Aristippus had an older son by two years, and was joined two years after Phidias by another boy, then by a girl, and finally by another boy. Until the age of six boys stayed at home, as all children did, and lived with the women in their quarters, the gynaceum. There were no children of the slaves to play with, for they were not allowed to have children. If a slave gave birth, the baby was taken away and abandoned in the hills.

  One morning after his breakfast of cheese, bread, and fruit, Aristippus wiped his face and arms with a cloth from a basin of water a slave brought to his room. He wrapped his linen tunic around him and threw it casually over his shoulder. Men did not wear undergarments, and sometimes they wore a single, one-piece chiton with holes for the head and arms. In winter they wore a woolen cloak over their tunic. It was summer, so Aristippus wore only his white tunic. His slave put oil into his hair and tamed the dark curls with a comb.

  "Not too much oil today, Strabo. I will put on more after my exercise and bath at the gymnasium."

  The slave nodded and knelt down to tie the straps of his master’s sandals. "Will you be coming home for dinner, Master, or stay in the city?"

  "Tell the mistress that I will return before dinner." With that, he stepped out into the portico, where he noticed the children playing around the fountain, splashing water at one another. Phidias was chasing his younger brother, and Aristippus saw Meletus stick out his foot and trip his brother. Phidias fell spread eagle across the tiles, scraping his knees and hands, bellowing with giant tears flowing down his cheeks.

  Aristippus quickly walked over and picked up Phidias, took him to the fountain and washed off the blood and dirt. "You will be all right," he soothed his son. “Your feelings are more hurt than your knees. Go to your mother, so she can put some unguent on them."

  After Phidias ran to his mother, Aristippus turned to Meletus, whom he had told to stand there while he took care of Phidias. “I know that boys play rough and it hardens their bodies. You are his older brother, and you should not take advantage of him. When he goes to school, I expect you to protect him. I am afraid that he may not be the strong soldier that his namesake uncle was. But, he may one day be smarter than you, and then he will repay you for all your bullying. If I were you, I would go and tell him that you are sorry."

  "Yes Papa," the youth said meekly. Aristippus did not have to box his ears; the stern reprimand was enough. He very seldom had to lay a hand or a rod upon his children. Their mother could discipline them by scolding and her wooden spoon, and only had to threaten them with telling their father. Aristippus was firm but loving, and his children, as well as all his acquaintances, knew him to be a person of good values and a man who kept his word.

  In the city, Aristippus made his way to the open area surrounded by markets. He lived all of his life in Athens and knew most of the men of his class by name. Many acknowledged his greeting as he passed knots of men in active conversations or single strollers coming to and fro. The monotonous white color of the Athenian tunics was interwoven with colored robes, and head coverings of men from Asia, Africa and the Mediterranean. The occasional bright colored robe of the hetairai, the Greek courtesans, made a statement, a walking advertisement.

  The pleasant scents of ripened fruits and vegetables flirted with his no
se and palate. Maybe he would pick up some on his way home, but now he was on his way to conduct business. He entered the large square surrounded by a shaded portico, under which merchants manned stalls with goods from all parts of the world. All around, men congregated in couples or small groups engaged in often animated discussions.

  As Aristippus threaded through the crowded square looking for the merchant, Plotinus, who might purchase his grapes, he was aware of the energy that filled the Athenian atmosphere. The mélange of colors, people, smells, and sounds stimulated the senses and heightened emotions.

  It was in the streets and open meeting places of Athens, that the politics of the polis and the competition of business spiced the life of the citizen. The Athenian personality was marked by a vigorous intellect, competitive enterprising, and an easily excitable temper. The Athenian man kept his body healthy by exercise in the gymnasia and palaestra, living in the open and eating and drinking moderately. He kept his mind healthy by hard bargaining in business, arguing in the Assembly and the courts, and heated discussions in the streets.

  Was it the nearness of the sea, the competition among the traders, or the personal freedoms that made Athenian life so vibrant, so excitable? Aristippus realized it was all of these things that gave him and his fellow citizens a resilience of temper, a sharpness of wit, and the courage to defend their economic and political freedoms.

  "Hail, Plotinas," he waved at his merchant friend a few steps away. They greeted each other as the old friends that they were, each asking about the other’s family. After a decent time, Aristippus turned to business. "I want to talk to you about my grapes. I think I will have a good harvest."

  They haggled over an hour. The grapes will be large and sweet. But there will be too many on the market. But trade has expanded, and there is more demand. But labor costs have increased. But slaves do most of the work. The political climate is unsettled. But it always is. And on and on. Business among the Greeks was always done thus; it was the normal and expected way.

  Finally they agreed. Aristippus would deliver so many wagonloads of grapes, and Plotinas would pay him an agreed sum. They embraced laughing. "That's enough business for today. Let's go to the gymnasium," Aristippus said. "I need to exercise off that fine dinner last night, and it looks like you can afford to exercise off several dinners." Plotinas guffawed and slapped Aristippus on the back, agreeing with him, as they walked to the open palaestra next to the gymnasium.

  They entered the gymnasium and took off their tunics. All men and boys exercised or played sports naked. They folded them and placed them with their sandals on benches that lined the walls. After working up a good sweat, the men went outside and splashed their bodies from the fountain, washing off the dust from the city and the sweat from the gymnasium. They sat in the sun and dried off, while slaves applied oil to their hair and bodies, before they returned and dressed.

  Exiting into the portico outside the gymnasium, Aristippus approached a loud discussion. One of the men punctuated his argument with flailing arms, and stuck an index finger into the face of the man opposite him to make his point. Aristippus recognized him as the owner of a fleet of trading ships. The man lowered his hand, and turning saw Aristippus. Recognition lighted his eyes. “And what do you think, Aristippus? Should we go to war with Thebes against Sparta? What will you do, if we have war?”

  “I will do what my city asks of me. I do not favor war, because it brings hardships and dead fathers and sons. But I have no love for Sparta, which has slaughtered our citizens, and strangled our city since the great Peloponnesian war. If Athens calls, I will fight.”

  “Brave words,” another said. “For you may be called upon to act on them as well.”

  Athenians were nothing if not proud of their cultural and intellectual prowess, jealous of their political freedom, and willing to prove their patriotic duty to Athens by fighting for her. Aristippus would have to stand by his statement soon enough.

  During these prosperous years of Athens' second empire, fortunes were made and unmade at unprecedented speed. The new rich, whom the Greeks called neoplutoi, spent their wealth ostentatiously, erecting lavish houses, dressing their women in costly raiment, and putting on outrageous banquets with the most expensive food and drink that their money could buy.

  Inevitably, as in all societies, the clever and aggressive became wealthy, while the simple people became poorer. The freemen of the cities had less than when they were tied to the land. In the countryside as in the cities, the slaves did most of the work and kept low the wages of free labor.

  Aristippus was of a shrinking middle class. He despised the newly rich, who flaunted their wealth, but also distrusted the lower classes, who found more and more ways to use their political power to despoil the propertied classes. Thus the foundation of social upheaval and class struggle was laid.

  One evening after spending a few days doing business and attending the Assembly, Aristippus invited a few of his old friends to dinner at his house in the city. These were men who still had lands that they patiently cultivated, or had given up farming and became businessmen. The host served roasted lamb and his best wine from his own estate. Fresh fish from the port and seasonal fruits and vegetables from the market filled the tables.

  Aristippus was not sparing in the food and entertainment for his guests, neither was he lavishly ostentatious as the tasteless rich were wont to be. The pretty young flute-players, the auletrides, sung and played. Dressed in short linen skirts, the girls danced around the guests, playfully flirting by tugging at their beards or sharing a sip of their wine. After the sweets were served, the auletrides retired. Servers refilled the wine cups, and the conversation turned to more serious matters.

  Plotinas raised his cup in a toast. "Here’s to our host. If the grapes he sold to me make as fine a wine as this, we will both be rich."

  The other guests laughed and nodded agreement as the six men raised their cups to their host. "But will we be able to continue such fine dinners, if the Assembly raises our taxes again?" asked Glaucas. "They are always adding to the theoric fund, because there are more and more of the unpropertied classes who want it."

  The theoric or divine fund was provided to the populace for the price of admission to attend the games or plays that made up the sacred festivals. Because the masses of laboring people complained that they could not afford to miss work to attend the Assembly, they were also paid for that. Many hundreds were also given free bread at the temples at the public expense.

  Stilbo slammed his fist on his couch. "The politicians who are elected by the Assembly are buying the votes that keep them in power. The one who promises the most increase in taxes for the rich, and to give more to the masses is the one who will be elected."

  Another raised his voice, "I heard that the last count of the voting citizens showed that over half own no property. We who have property are taxed, so that they may go to the Assembly, where they vote to tax us even more. Something must be done."

  "You're right," said Plotinas. "Men of the middle-class, small landowners and businessmen such as ourselves, used to make up a sizable number. We could balance the power between the rich aristocracy and the common people. Many of our class have lost their wealth or land, and can no longer mediate between the rich and poor. I'm afraid we may see even more violence between the two."

  Mylias spoke up. "The politicians are straining to discover ingenious new sources of revenue. They require so-called voluntary contributions from the rich to pay for public enterprises. I hear of increasing numbers of outright confiscation of property for the smallest pretext. Men are beginning to hide their wealth to evade the aggressive squads of tax collectors. I understand that they can even enter your home and seize goods for back taxes."

  "It's outrageous, what the democratic masses are doing," said Stilbo. "If money is taken from the rich to give to the poor, then we shall all be poor."

  Aristippus raised his hands. "My friends, I am no advocate of what the unpropertied
populace is doing to our city, but I am no lover of the rich merchants and bankers either. The intellectuals at Plato's Academy and Isocrates’ school disdain those whose wealth seems to be inversely related to their culture and taste. I heard that Plato said that Athens is in reality two cities, one city of the rich, the other of the poor, and each is at war with the other."

  The men exhausted themselves with frustration over the increasingly violent conflict between the classes. Their anger at the democratic-dominated Assembly was finally spent. "We have enjoyed your hospitality, Aristippus," said Cleamas," but we had better all go home before the streets are deserted except for the thieves."

  Ruffians had organized themselves into thieving bands, which preyed on men who walked the darkened streets. The wealthy had responded by hiring their own gangs of thugs to protect themselves.

  "I will send my slaves to accompany you to your homes," Aristippus assured them. "They will carry torches and are armed with knives and clubs. You will be safe."

  They all thanked their host again and bid him goodbye, still harboring thoughts about the political future of their beautiful city.

  The next day Aristippus returned to his estate. On the way there his mind churned over the discussions of politics, class conflicts, and of course war. These had always been part of Greece, and Athenians had dealt with them since Aristippus could remember. He had lost his uncle in the war with Sparta, and had been wounded himself. Would his sons have to fight? What of this war between the rich and poor? Would it become bloody?

  His mind was picturing a troubled future, when he spied his children playing inside the gate. Their laughter and young innocence dispelled his gloomy thoughts and he smiled.

  He saw Phidias look up first and yelled, "Look it's Papa!" They all yelled and ran to him. He squatted and hugged them all, kissing each in turn. Meletus was at school in the city, so Phidias was the oldest at home. He would turn six in a few months, and would join his older brother.

  Aristippus held his hand as they walked to the house. "You will be going to school soon. Are you ready?"

  "Oh yes, Papa," Phidias said as he looked up into his father's eyes. "I'll be staying with you and Meletus."

  "That you will. You will be a young man. Are you a little afraid?"

  "Oh, Papa, I'm not afraid. You and Meletus will protect me from mean men. He’s told me about school, he says that he has fun with the other boys, but sometimes they get into fights."