Dark Prince

A choking dust-cloud billowed up, the wind sweeping it to the north — into the faces of the Makedones still waiting at the mouth of the pass.

Leonidas gazed up through the dust. At the crest of the cliff he caught a glimpse of the warrior in the golden breastplate — and his spirits soared.

'The King!' he shouted. The King lives!'

The figure on the cliff-top waved, pointing to the south, and Leonidas understood instantly. The Makedones were in disarray, hundreds of them slain by the rock fall. Now was the time to move back.

'By rank,' bellowed Leonidas, 'file six!'

Smoothly the Spartans fell back into columns and marched in close order from the pass. His lieutenant, Learchus, moved alongside him.

'Was that truly the King?'

'I believe so. He started the avalanche.'

'Zeus be praised! Then we do have a chance.'

Leonidas did not reply. A chance? All that was left to face the Tyrant was the Spartan army — 5,000 fighting men, with no cavalry, archers or javeliners. Ranged against them would be more than 20,000 Makedones infantry and 10,000 cavalry. The only hope would be a defensive battle, holding a ridge or a pass. And between Tegaea and Sparta there were only ragged hills and plains. The land was open to the conqueror.

Parmenion will find a way, he thought. He will! That was love and loyalty speaking, he knew, and his mood darkened.

As children they had been enemies, but always he had held the young mix-blood in high esteem, and as the years passed that esteem had given way to a kind of awe. Now they were closer than brothers. Yet what plan could even such a general as Parmenion produce to counter the demonic skills of Philippos?

The pass widened and as the soldiers filed out on to the plain two riders came galloping towards them.

'The King!' someone shouted and the Spartans drew their blades, crashing them against their bronze shields in salute.

Leonidas ran forward as the riders approached.

'Welcome, sire!' he called out. The King sat silently for a moment, expressionless, then he smiled.

'It is good to see you, Leonidas.'

The voice was cool and there was a tension about him that Leonidas could not understand. But then these last two days had been hard, and the King had suffered a bitter reverse.

'What are your orders, sire?'

'South to Sparta,' said Parmenion. 'Battle speed, for the enemy cavalry is close.' Leonidas bowed and then looked to the woman. She was stern of countenance but her eyes were locked to him. The King made no effort to introduce her, which surprised Leonidas, but he said nothing and returned to the head of the column.

The men marched until two hours after dawn; then the King commanded a halt, signalling Leonidas to make camp in a small wood on the slopes of a range of gentle hills. The Spartan soldiers moved into the shelter of the trees and then gratefully sank to the ground, stretching tired bodies to the grass.

Leonidas ordered sentries to watch for signs of the enemy, then made his way to where the King sat with the woman.

'I had thought you dead, sire,' he said, sitting opposite Parmenion.

'It was close,' replied the King. 'You fought well in the pass. What were our losses?'

'Eighty-two died in the battle on the plain, a further thirty in the pass itself. Epulis, Karas and Ondomenus are dead.'

The King nodded, but no expression of regret showed. Leonidas could barely contain his surprise, for Ondomenus had been one of the King's closest companions.

'The Makedones cavalry,' said the King, 'has reached the pass but not followed in pursuit. We will rest here for two hours, then continue south.'

'How do you know this, sire?'

The King smiled. 'I am sorry, my friend. My mind is occupied and it has affected my manners. Let me introduce you to the seeress, Thena. She has many talents — and saved my life during the battle.'

Leonidas bowed his head. 'For that you have my gratitude, my lady. Without the King all would be lost. Where are you from?'

'Asia,' Thena answered. Parmenion stretched out on the ground, closing his eyes. 'The King is weary,' she continued.

'May we walk for a while and talk?' she asked Leonidas.

'Of course,' he answered, perplexed. The King's behaviour was beginning to unsettle him. Taking Thena's arm, he strolled with her to the edge of the woods and they sat upon a fallen log looking back over the plains.

'The King,' said Thena, 'fell from a ledge, suffering a severe blow to his head.'

'I saw the dent in his helm, lady. I am surprised he survived.'

'He is a strong man.'

'He is the best of men, lady.'

'Yes, I am sure that he is. I have known him but a little time. Tell me of him.'

'Surely even in Asia you have heard of Parmenion?'

'I meant tell me of the man. It is said he is a mix-blood. How did he become King?'

'He was the First General of Sparta. When Agisaleus was slain in the Great Athenian War three years ago, the ephors elected Parmenion.'

'But he has no links to the royal houses,' said Thena.

'That is not true, lady. He married well.' Leonidas chuckled.

'Married?'

'My own house is of the noble line, and I could have had the throne. But in the dark days of a seemingly lost war I knew we needed a better man than I. And Parmenion was that man. Therefore we brought him into my family. He married my sister, Derae.'

* * *

The shock was terrifying. Derae felt her heartbeat quicken, her hands tremble. She knew that her face was betraying her, for Leonidas leaned forward.

'Are you well, lady?' he asked, his voice full of concern.

But she could say nothing. An alternate world in which Philippos ruled and Parmenion was King of Sparta! You fool, she told herself. How could you have not known there would be a twin for you?

'Please leave me, Leonidas,' she said, forcing a smile. 'I have much to think about.' Bewildered the warrior rose, bowed and moved away.

Alone, she felt the full weight of grief descend.

'Why are you unhappy?' asked Tamis, and Derae jerked to awareness as the old woman's spirit hovered before her.

'I cannot talk,' whispered Derae, 'but I give you permission to share my memories. All answers lie there.'

'I would not wish to intrude on them,' said Tamis softly.

'You would not be intruding,' Derae assured her. 'Indeed, I would value your counsel.'

'Very well,' Tamis replied, and Derae felt a flicker of warmth as Tamis merged into her mind, flowing through the thoughts of the past. At last the old woman withdrew. 'What would you have me say to you?' she asked.

Derae shrugged. 'I love him. It seems that all my life I have loved him. Yet all we had was five days together. And the time here. . where he does not know me. I cannot bear to see them together, I cannot.'

'Yet it is different here,' said Tamis gently. 'Here there was no rescue, no five days of passion. In this world Derae loved a man called Nestus, but was forced to put him aside in order to marry Parmenion. They live together now in cold comfort. . without love.'

'She does not love him? I cannot believe it.'

'As I said, here he did not rescue her; they had few meetings before the wedding. And she was betrothed to Nestus, whom she adored. I believe she still does.'

'Then what has it all been for?' whispered Derae. 'Why did this have to be? Why did the Tamis I knew have to interfere?'

'She did you both great harm, and I do not excuse it. But had she not done so then my vision could not have been realized. The strategos would not have come to the aid of my world.'

'What are you saying?'

'Let us assume that your Parmenion had never become the Death of Nations. How then could he help the Sparta of this world? He would never have come here, for there would have been no Alexander to follow, to rescue. Do you understand?'

Derae's mind reeled and she shook her head. 'Then you are saying the Tamis of my world did right? I cannot believe that!'

The older woman shrugged. 'You misunderstand me. In the context of your world she was wrong, for her actions led to the birth of the Chaos Spirit and destroyed your dreams of love. But here? Here the child may be Iskander and the hope of the Enchantment.'

'This is beyond me, Tamis.'

'It comes down to this, my dear. Every action we take has many consequences, some for good, some for evil.

Consider your own life as an example. When you were kidnapped as a young girl it brought you and Parmenion together. An evil action, but the outcome was good. And though my namesake was wrong to take you from Sparta, you became a Healer. We none of us know where our actions will lead. That is why the followers of the Source must not use the weapons of evil. Everything we do must be governed by love.'

'You think that love cannot lead to evil?'

'Of course it can. For love creates jealousy, and jealousy hate. But love also conquers, and deeds inspired by love bring harmony far more often than discord.'

'And do we deal with Philippos with love?' countered Derae.

'I do not hate him,' answered Tamis. 'I feel great pity for him. But I did not bring Parmenion here — though I could have done. Nor have I used my powers to see Philippos slain — though this also I could have done. For I do not know the will of the Source in this.'

'That sounds like evasion,' said Derae, 'for you cannot escape the simple point that my Parmenion is here, and he is a warrior. He will attempt to fight Philippos, and in that battle thousands will be slain. Surely that involves using the weapons of evil?'

The other woman nodded. 'Perhaps. But I cannot, of my will, change the world. All I can do is to maintain my own principles in the face of the world's evil. When a cancer is spreading through the body and the surgeon cuts it out, is he acting on behalf of evil? He is hurting the body and causing pain. Is that evil? All principles can be made to look foolish in the eyes of the world's wisdom. Once there was a city under siege.

The enemy King said that he would spare the city if the inhabitants took a single babe and sacrificed it to him on the battlements. Now the city could not hold against him and surely, it was argued, the slaying of a single babe would be better than seeing all the babes of the city killed when the attacker breached the walls.'

'What did they do?'

'They refused.'

'And then?'

'They were slaughtered. No one survived.'

'What is your point, Tamis?'

'That is a question for you to answer, my dear. You think them wrong?'

'I cannot say. But the babe they might have sacrificed died anyway.'

'Yes.'