“It’s a city for Amazons. This is the way they live. They dress without proper clothing and they live without walls and roofs.”
“What about you?” I asked.
Acusilaus was the one to answer. “We live on the other side of the hill. Craftsmen from nearby towns have cobbled together something rustic for us. We pass our time there.”
“We have some palaces,” Philo made clear. “Anybody who wants treasures or sculptures has them. If Acusilaus wants his palace austere, that’s his choice.”
“Yes. Right enough.”
“The rest,” added another who until then had not opened his mouth, “stand on pillars of Tenarus marble, for they quarry it in the Peloponnese. They have coffered ceilings of ivory between gilded beams, and as for our fruit trees, they are a match for those of Phaeacia.”
“Why did you come here, you poets?” I asked. “For inspiration, I bet!”
The poets laughed.
“We didn’t ’come,’ Cleopatra, any more than you did. We were brought here, snatched away. We are the booty of the Amazons—”
Somebody interrupted this remark from Philo: “Nobody leaves Egypt out of choice. I am Peteosochus, also known as Peteuris, son of Selebous Persa from Epigonus. Did I need to leave Egypt to find inspiration?”
“Well, I for one would have come here for inspiration,” said Acusilaus, “if I’d been young and I could have come freely, not being driven into exile. I’d have been interested in knowing how these women lived. Do you know, Your Majesty, that they supply their needs from plunder? The ribbon that they wear across their breasts, the quiver, the bow, the arrows, the golden shields in the shape of half-moons, their silver axes, their bread and olives — they got it all by violence. And why are their possessions so different? Because there’s more than one town that will buy off their attacks by fabricating for them special objects designed to please them. Since they love poetry and music, they kidnap musicians and poets, musical instruments and rolls of paper. They picked us for our advanced years, as you can see. They believe that the older the poet, the better his poetry. Unlike certain rulers who have turned against some of us, the Amazons don’t request us to write poems in their praise.”
“They hate laudatory verses,” asserted another. I hadn’t seen him until then and as if he read my mind, he added, “I’m Tegogolo, Queen of Kings, it’s a pleasure to hear your voice and an even greater one to converse with you.”
“They hate any verses written to get favors,” said another old man, who had had the nerve to sit on the edge of my litter. “For them, we write the poems we want to write.”
“We really say what we mean,” said a third.
“And do you really want government by women?” I asked. “Do you really hate the institution of marriage?”
All except Philo said yes.
“Among themselves, Cleopatra, there is no stealing and plundering. They don’t hit each other, they don’t disobey orders, they live in exemplary harmony. Of course, there’s no question of adultery. Not one of them is capable of a vile or shameful action.”
“But they don’t bother about trade or agriculture,” said Philo.
Acusilaus said, “Cleopatra, the maat, as you Egyptians call harmony, justice, order, truth, the ideal condition of the universe that only a good monarch can bestow — the maat is a real possibility for the Amazons.”
“I think you’ve gone blind, Acusilaus,” said my companion on the litter, in a resigned voice. “They don’t know anything but war. And even that, in the Roman style. They have no hoplites, no code of honor. Their war consists of — how can I describe it — trickery and deceit.”
Here, everybody chimed in, one remark overlaying another:
“There’s no word for their kind of warfare.”
“It’s a war of women.”
“Obviously it’s a war of women. They learned to fight like that when they fought against Heracles. It took eight of them to die fighting one man, for them to work out their special type of warfare.”
“They are anti-hoplites. They use only light weapons. They act by night. They use cunning. Their shields are shaped like half-moons. They can’t use them in military formations.”
“Nobody can beat them in combat, except the hero.”
“Pisiannassa used a shield made of wicker.”
“How can you believe such nonsense? What good is a wicker shield?”
“Of course not. That’s one of Estoa’s lies.”
“No bigger lie than those of bad artists who paint them in checkered breeches and boots!”
“Heracles was wearing the skin of a lion and it made him invulnerable. As a reminder, they wear a ribbon on their chests and use it to invoke the protection of the gods.”
“His came from a lion, theirs from a viper.”
“They’re both wild animals.”
“And those panther cloaks, why do they wear those?”
“Eight of them fought against Heracles, one after the other.”
“Marpe was the seventh to die, Asteria the sixth.”
“Aello was the first to attack him and the first to die.”
“Deianeira was his fifth victim, fighting in single combat against the invincible hero.”
“Eriobea was the fourth.”
“Alcipe was number nine, and the last Amazon to die in single combat. After her, they attacked him as a group.”
“But even several at a time could not defeat the man in the lion skin. Eurybe, Celaneo, and Phoebe, shoulder to shoulder with their shields, had been unbeaten in battle till they encountered him. He killed them, all three with one swipe of his sword.”
“In the next encounter, they did see victory. Areto was their captain. She went with Pantariste to kill Heracles’s captains, in order to avenge the death of Hippolyta. The Amazons won that battle because they fought in their own special style.”
“Cunning replaced force.”
“That’s an understatement. It was more than mere cunning. .”
“You’re not going to deny that the speed of their defenses makes a contribution to defeating a strong enemy.”
“Not to mention their tactic of doing the unexpected.”
“Sometimes their battles resemble dances more than warfare. They even take musicians along and. .”
“… Hipo, Marpesia, and Lampado, the sister generals, went into battle dancing with their shields, shaking their quivers and jingling the bells on them, stamping on the ground, playing their flageolets in unison, producing a savage music that incited them to war.”
“While they’re fighting, they dance on their horses’ backs, even while galloping, and they leap from one horse to another, without a saddle to land on, and they jump through fire.”
“Their capes of panther skin. . I need an answer.”
“Personally, I’ve never seen them use them.”
“You haven’t? Don’t you have eyes in your head?”
“When Mirina, the first Amazon queen in Lybia, invaded Atlantis. .”
“That was wholesale slaughter! There were thirty thousand of them. Three thousand infantry, the rest on horseback!”
“Omphale, the Amazon, bought Heracles as a slave. She set him to weaving, spinning, and carding wool, among other things. Every time he made a mistake, she spanked him with a golden sandal. His incompetence finally exasperated her and she sent him back to his home.”
“And what about Pantasaite? When Heracles’s captains fled, she led the chase after them. Two Greek infantrymen attacked her, but she killed them both. She suffocated one and chopped off the head of the other with her two-headed axe.”