Phoenician girl on a boyâs body. âIâll look forward to hearing about your dream,â he said at length, trying not to betray his unease. âAnd maybe you can use your skills to see if the treasure exists.â
âOh, it is there,â said Barka, nodding his head confidently. âIâve already seen it. Enough gold to buy a fleet of ships.â
Zana sat up straight and her eyes shone in the firelight. Chusor could tell she was already standing on the deck of a new ship, sailing into the unknown.
âNow!â said Barka, setting aside the map and clapping his hands together. âSince Chusor-the-Cunning has already revealed that my darling Diokles is still with him, may we know what happened to our other friend who ran away with you?â The eunuch snickered. âI donât need the sooth-sight to see what Ezekiel is doing right now: drinking himself into a stupor. But I dreamt that heâd set up the sign of his skull inâ¦â He closed his eyes, shifted his head back and forth, then popped open his lids. âAthens? Am I right? Ezekiel the Babylonian is living in Athens now?â
Chusor did not need to answer, for Barka was smiling confidently. The eunuch knew that his guess was right.
âEzekiel will meet your young friend,â said Barka in an offhand manner. âWhether good or ill will come of the meeting, I cannot say.â
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NINE
Konon drove Nikias to Athens in a mule cart. The young farmer had jumped at the chance to help the Plataean, telling Nikias that he was happy to get away from the farm for a few hours.
Konon was nearly eight years older than Nikias but had yet to serve in a military expedition, and he never would. Heâd lost his left arm in a childhood accidentâit had gotten caught in the mechanism of an olive press. Without the ability to hold shield and sword at the same time, or to pull an oar, he was useless as either a hoplite or sailor. He devoured Nikiasâs stories of battle with a combination of wonder and unconcealed jealousy.
Nikias felt sorry for Konon. He would rather be dead than share a similar fate. Even this injury to his shoulderâan injury he knew would eventually healâgave Nikias a feeling of impotence. He couldnât even put a tunic on without an old womanâs help! He couldnât imagine what it would be like to lose his shield arm.
He told Konon about the Battle of the Gates and his fight with Eurymakus, the Theban assassin whoâd led the sneak attack on the city and whoâd burned down Nikiasâs farmhouse. Eurymakus had tried to kill Nikias with a poisoned blade, but the Plataean had used the invaderâs own weapon against him, slicing his hand with the knife. Eurymakus had instantly drawn his sword and chopped off his own arm at the elbow to keep the poison from coursing upward through his veins.
Nikias would never forget the sight of that evil man fleeing the battlefield, blood spurting from his severed limb. He had tried to chase down the Theban, but heâd been thrown from a horse and been knocked out.
âWell, it makes me feel a little better,â said Konon, âto think a Theban now shares my fate.â
âDo you know how to use a leather sling?â asked Nikias.
âOf course,â replied Konon, indignant. âI can kill a hare at a hundred paces.â He paused and smiled. âWell, maybe fifty paces. But Iâve got a good eye.â
âThen you could be a peltast,â said Nikias. âKill Spartans from the walls of Athens.â He gestured at the mighty western walls of Athens looming a mile down the road.
âI tried to enlist with the Guards,â said Konon and sighed morosely. âBut they wouldnât take me. And you canât be a knight unless youâre stinking rich and can afford your own mounts.â
âCome to Plataea,â said Nikias, half joking. âWeâd welcome a man with one arm.
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