Tyrant (10 page)

He called a servant. ‘Run down to the port and see if the ship that’s just about to dock is carrying any news; come back and let me know immediately.’

The servant hastened out and Philistus continued to pace back and forth in his study, wondering what had become of Dionysius, of whom he had heard nothing for quite some time. News of the massacre of Himera had shaken the city, and the arrival of Diocles with thousands of despairing refugees in his wake – added to the survivors of Selinus who had been evacuated to Acragas – filled the people with an oppressive sense of anguish. Until just a few months earlier, Carthage had been nothing more to them than a far-off city that maintained a small base in an island of western Sicily. Now Carthage was a looming threat, a monster that was gobbling up the Greek cities one after another, wiping out entire populations.

Besides all this, the fact that Diocles had abandoned the fallen bodies of the Syracusan warriors and their allies, leaving them without burial under the walls of Himera, had caused deep pain and consternation to hundreds of families in the city, where just about everyone knew each other.

Many other warriors were missing, and Philistus asked himself whether Dionysius was among them. He was one of the most fearless, one of the strongest, always the first to cross blades with the enemy and the last to leave the battlefield. Men like him were more prone to suffer the blows of fate.

The servant returned after sunset with an important message. ‘One of the officers aboard the trireme is a member of the Company. He wants to meet you in private under the portico of the Temple of Apollo, at the sounding of the first guard shift.’

‘What did you tell him?’

‘Knowing you, master, I replied that you would be there. And that if you weren’t, you would send me to set up another appointment.’

‘Good man, I knew I could trust you. Now fetch me my cloak, and go have dinner in the kitchen.’

‘Don’t you want me to accompany you with my lantern, master? It will be dark soon.’

‘No, that won’t be necessary. The light of the moon will be sufficient.’

He set off as soon as he heard the bugle up on the bastions sounding the first change of the guard. He entered the maze of narrow curving roads of the old city. As he neared the square in front of the temple, he scanned the porticoes but saw no one. He waited a little before coming out into the open, then crossed the nearly deserted square and walked up the steps that led to the front portico.

A man slipped out from behind a column almost immediately and approached him. ‘Are you Philistus?’ he asked.

‘I am. And who are you?’

‘My name is Chabrias. I’m from the Company and I know Dionysius,’ replied the man, showing him the leather bracelet wrapped around his wrist: it bore the figure of a dolphin.

Philistus pulled back the sleeve of his tunic to show the same.

‘I have a message from Dionysius,’ said Chabrias.

‘I’m listening.’

‘He says that he is well, but that he would rather have died than witness such an atrocity.’

‘I understand. What else?’

‘He is in Messana, but he has no intention to return to Syracuse. He wants your help.’

‘Speak.’

‘He needs money . . .’

‘I imagined as much. Here it is,’ said Philistus, laying his hand on a purse which hung from his belt.

‘He also wants you to deliver this letter to a girl named Arete who is living in Acragas as Tellias’s guest,’ the man added, passing him a small leather cylinder.

‘She will receive it within three days at the most.’

‘If the girl decides to remain at Acragas, you can return home without any further ado. If she decides to set off on a journey, Dionysius asks you, in the name of the friendship that binds you, to find her an escort so she runs no risks.’

‘Tell him not to worry; I shall see to the whole matter myself.’ He gave the man the money and turned to go.

‘There’s something else,’ said the man, beckoning with his finger.

‘I’m listening,’ replied Philistus, not without a certain apprehension.

‘Hermocrates landed in Messana the other night with ten warships and several hundred mercenaries.’

‘Are you serious?’ asked Philistus incredulously.

‘It’s the absolute truth. This is why Dionysius hasn’t returned. You must pass word on to everyone in the Company and tell them to stay on guard. They may need to use their fists.’

‘Their fists,’ nodded Philistus. He was thinking of how many young members of the secret society were raring to fight at Dionysius’s side. ‘Listen . . .’ he said then, but the man who called himself Chabrias had already vanished.

Arete folded the letter and looked the person she had in front of her in the eyes: ‘I’ve seen you before,’ she said.

The man smiled. ‘Yes, in that village between Heraclea and Acragas. Dionysius had just found you. You were in a terrible state. You look much better now.’

‘What’s your name?’

‘Philistus,’ replied the man.

‘And you’re a friend of Dionysius’s?’

‘More than a friend; I’d follow him to the underworld if necessary. Well, what have you decided?’

‘I will go to Messana.’

‘I hoped as much, and I’ve already prepared everything we’ll need for the journey. When do you want to leave?’

‘Now,’ replied the girl.

‘Now?’ repeated Philistus in surprise.

‘The man I’ve always dreamt of is waiting for me in Messana. Why should I wait?’

‘What about me?’ asked a voice behind her. ‘I don’t count for anything?’

‘Tellias!’ exclaimed the girl, spinning around. ‘You know how much I care about you, even though you’ve always kept me locked up in the women’s quarters!’

‘So that’s why you’re so eager to leave now!’ said Tellias, smiling. ‘Dionysius entrusted you to me and I’ve always kept an eye on you, like grapes when they are ripe.’

‘I think we’ll leave tomorrow,’ said Philistus. ‘We’ll go by sea, on the same boat that brought me here. It will be the safest way, but we have to wait for the morning’s light, and for a favourable wind.’

‘Do you know anything about what happened at Himera?’ asked Tellias.

‘I know what I’ve been told,’ replied Philistus. ‘And it’s enough to make the disaster of Selinus pale in comparison.’

Arete bowed her head. She was ashamed of the joy she’d felt at the idea of joining Dionysius, thinking of all those poor wretches that the war had created, of the infinite grieving that so many people – close to her by way of blood, language, customs and traditions – would yet have to bear.

Tellias fell silent as well, as the singing and teasing of a group of youths accompanying a bride to the house of her groom could be heard outside. Little street urchins ran after them, calling out gleeful obscenities.

‘There’s always someone celebrating in this city,’ commented Tellias with a sigh. ‘Celebrations for religious feast days, for good harvests and for bad ones as well, because they could have gone worse. We make merry when a child is born, or even a pony, for engagement parties and weddings, for victories in athletic contests, even for funerals: the living must be consoled for the loss of their loved ones!’

‘I don’t see anything wrong with that,’ said Philistus. ‘Acragas is a wealthy city: people feel that they can enjoy life.’

‘That may be so, but sometimes I have the impression there’s something else behind it. As if they knew their end was near.’

‘Oh, come now, Tellias!’ scolded the girl. ‘If the barbarians won, it’s only because they caught us by surprise. Now we’re all ready to defend ourselves . . .’

Neither Philistus nor Tellias spoke, and in the silence of the night the wedding song could be heard – sung by a solitary voice now on the hill of the temples – spreading through the valley all the way to the agora, carried by the sea wind.

Tellias’s wife appeared soon afterwards, descending the stair: ‘Come,’ she said, ‘you must see this spectacle!’

They all got up and went up to the high terrace, from which almost the entire city could be seen, with the stunning temples that stood tall on the hill along the circle of walls. At that moment, midway up the slope, right in front of the groom’s house, a huge fire was being lit. And soon after, as if obeying a signal, other fires were lit at various spots, both on high and down in the valley, on the acropolis and at the base of the walls. It was a beautiful and moving sight. The bonfires continued to multiply until it seemed that the whole city were prey to the flames.

‘Phaillus of Megara, the father of the bride, gave every shopkeeper in the city a stack of wood,’ explained the woman, ‘with an order to light up at his signal, at the very moment in which the groom would be taking the bride to their wedding chamber. Those fires reflect his wishes for an ardent, everlasting love.’

Arete took in the breathtaking scene and felt profoundly moved.

Tellias looked at his wife, then at Arete: both had tears in their eyes. He shook his head, muttering: ‘Women!’ But despite his teasing banter, it was clear that his mind was occupied by distressing thoughts.

Philistus took his arm and said: ‘I hear that the best wine in all of Acragas is to be had at your home, but I haven’t been offered a drop yet!’

‘Oh yes, of course,’ said Tellias. ‘Let’s leave the women here to enjoy the celebration, and we’ll break out an amphora of the good stuff. We could have dinner in the garden. It’s quite pleasant to sit out, even this early in the season.’

They sat under the portico and the host had a jug of his best wine brought to while away the time until dinner was served. Philistus watched him attentively as he appraised the colour and fragrance of the precious liquid, swirling it on the bottom of a finely crafted cup, a true jewel of antiquity decorated with black figures of dancing satyrs. And when Tellias raised his cup to toast his guest and put it to his lips, his every gesture showed just how much he appreciated all the fruits of civilization.

The servants brought out the tables, with fresh bread, meat and legumes, and the two men began to eat.

‘There’s no need for you to worry,’ said Philistus, after he’d had a few sips of the wine himself.

‘No, I’m not worried at all, not at all. I’m just sorry about Arete leaving us: she’s a treasure, a true delight. I’ll miss her boldness, her spontaneity, her charm. Did you see how quick she was to speak her mind about a political issue, certainly not a suitable subject for a woman, let alone a young girl?’

‘You don’t have children, do you, Tellias?’

‘No, in fact. I have no children.’

‘It’s a pity. You would have been an excellent father.’

‘I would have been terrible! I’d have spoiled them as I have that cheeky little thing out there!’ He had another sip of wine and began to eat with quite an appetite. When they had finished, he had another platter brought out, with boiled eggs, cheese and olives. ‘I eat too much!’ he sighed. ‘And I keep getting fatter.’

‘That’s not what worries you, though, is it?’

‘The Carthaginians will be back.’

‘I don’t think so. Why should they? They’ve had their revenge, taken their plunder. They’re merchants, they want to return to their trading. They can’t wait to dismiss all those mercenaries. They’re costing them a mint!’