He looked around. His hand reached out and he took his sister's hand. 'This is my father's dream,' he said. 'And my mother's. A kingdom on the Tanais, where free men and women can make their lives without fear. Upazan and Eumeles decided to destroy that dream.'
Melitta spoke up, as if they had planned the speech together. 'Today we reverse fifteen years of their evil,' she said. 'Many of you have fought for days already. This will end it. And when we look at the kurgan by the river, we will remember Kineas and Srayanka as the founders, not as the defeated.'
Panther spoke up. 'Is there anything that you would accept from this parley?' he asked. 'I am the closest thing to a neutral party here, as a man of Rhodos.'
Satyrus and Melitta looked at each other.
'Let's hear what they have to say,' Satyrus said. But they shared a different message. 'We would confirm you in your kingdom,' Eumeles said. His voice was reasonable. He had Upazan behind him, and Nikephoros, and his advisor, Idomenes, and a dozen other officers, Sauromatae and Greek. 'You will have restored to you all the kingdom that your mother held, and we will recognize your sister as the lady of the Assagatje on the sea of grass. And my friend Upazan will go back to his land, keeping only the high ground between the Tanais and the Rha.'
Melitta watched Eumeles the way a farmer watches a snake while he repairs a fence. The farmer knows that if he goes too close, the snake will bite, but from a distance, the snake is merely – fascinating. She looked at her brother. He looked back, and they shared a thought as clearly as if it had been spoken aloud.
And he left it to her to speak.
She stepped forward. Eumeles bowed – Eumeles, who had murdered her mother. She let herself look at him, and in her mind, she allowed Smell of Death to take her face from Melitta, so that her face settled into a mask, and the scar was her face to the world.
'No,' she said. She spoke in a calm, low voice, more like a mother soothing a child than the voice of doom. 'No,' she said again, even more quietly, so that Upazan leaned forward to listen.
Eumeles shrugged. 'Tell us what you want,' he said.
'Your head on my spear,' she said, and looked him full in the eyes, so that he could see the hate, feel it come across the gap of air and go down his spine.
And it did.
'No peace, killer of my mother. No peace, killer of my father. You are dead men. Go from here and be dead.'
Even Upazan flinched.
'We will have peace when Upazan and Eumeles lie in their blood and rot,' she said, her voice still quiet and calm. 'If the rest of you wish to give them to us, so be it. We will then arrange a peace. Otherwise,' she smiled for the first time, 'let's get down to the thing.'
'You are mad,' Eumeles said. He stepped back. Satyrus's lip twitched.
'Goodbye, Eumeles,' Satyrus said softly.
'You are mad!' Eumeles said again, his voice rising.
Upazan shook his head. 'You are a fool, and I am sorry I have a fool for an ally. But I am strong.' He turned to Melitta. 'You will not find me easy. And if you come under my spear again, it is you who will feed the ravens.' He had shrewd eyes, and he was tall, strong and fearless. 'We could make peace. I killed Kineas with a fair arrow, not a back-stab at a parley.' He looked at Eumeles with contempt. Then he looked at Nikephoros and the Greek commander met his eye.
Melitta's voice did not waver. 'How many times must I say no?' she said.
Upazan drew himself up. 'So,' he said.
Nikephoros spoke for the first time. 'Then we'll fight.'
Eumeles gathered his dignity. 'Expect no mercy,' he said.
And that was the parley. Satyrus and Melitta arranged their armies in the order they had camped. Eumenes had the left, facing Nikephoros, with all the infantry, including the Macedonian marines. Satyrus was in the centre with Melitta and the best of the Sakje knights all formed together, and opposite them was Eumeles' banner, and the aristocracy of Pantecapaeum and all the Euxine cities he held save only Olbia, flanked by thousands of Upazan's warriors. But Upazan himself faced Urvara and Parshtaevalt and Ataelus on the right by the beach and the remnants of the fortified camp, now full of javelin-armed sailors who had enough spirit to annoy Upazan's horsemen as they attempted to move forward.
Both sides were tired, and neither side formed quickly. Nikephoros's men marched to the right and then back to the left, and the phalanx of Olbia shadowed them, moving east and west along the riverbank.
'Should we worry that our backs are to the river?' Melitta asked her brother.
'Yes,' he said. Then he shot her a grin. 'You scared the shit out of Eumeles.'
She nodded. 'I've been to some dark places.' She retied the sash at her waist for the thirtieth time. 'But I'm glad they taught me something useful.'
Satyrus nodded. 'Me, too.' He took her hand again, raised it and called to the men and women around them. 'If I fall,' he said, 'I name Melitta's son Kineas my heir.'
No one cheered, but people nodded. It was good to know that there was continuity. A man who saw him fall might keep fighting if he thought that Satyrus's death didn't mean defeat.
'We aren't making a speech?' Melitta asked.
'If they take any longer forming up, we'll be fighting tomorrow,' Satyrus said. He looked for Coenus, who was at his shoulder. None of his companions – Helios, Abraham, Neiron, Diokles – were horsemen. But Satyrus was fighting mounted in the middle of the aristocrats of Olbia because that was where the king had to be. Melitta had all of her guard to back them up, and Satyrus had Coenus.
Coenus pushed his big mare forward.
'Should I be making a speech?' Satyrus asked.
Coenus pointed across to where Upazan was trying to get his flank to refuse so that he wouldn't lose more men to the javelins and arrows coming from the sailors. Even as Satyrus watched, he saw the Cretan Idomeneus stand up on the pilings of the camp and shoot one of Upazan's knights out of his saddle at two hundred paces. The whole of the Sauromatae line moved.
Satyrus turned to Melitta. 'You, or me?'
Melitta touched Gryphon's side. 'Together. You talk. I'll wave.'
They rode the line from one end to the other. At the eastern end were the farmers – almost three thousand of them, facing Nikephoros's few peltasts and open fields beyond. They were eager. They began to cheer. Satyrus raised his sword and Melitta took off her helmet and shook out her hair so that it streamed behind her, and they rode.
After the farmers were the hoplites of Olbia and the taxeis of Draco's veterans. The Olbians cheered hard enough, and the Macedonians stood their ground – resigned to another day fighting for foreigners. Satyrus reined in to the front of Amyntas.
'Macedonians!' he said. 'If we triumph today, every one of you will be a farmer on the Euxine tomorrow!'
That got a cheer, and they were off again, crossing the centre. There, Satyrus waved. 'Do you remember my father?' he called to the Olbians, and they roared. 'Say Kineas!' and they roared it out, and he was away, Melitta at his heels, riding across the front of the Sakje. Satyrus reined up, but it was Melitta who spoke. She reared Gryphon and pointed at her brother.
'I promised Eumenes, and he is here. I promised Satyrus, and he is here. I promised one last battle, and it is here. Avenge my mother! Avenge my father! Avenge your own dead! Today!'
And they cheered – men and women who had been in action for seven days, but they cheered. Some of Ataelus's Sakje had fewer than twenty arrows in their quivers, but they cheered.
'He's got to come or he's done,' Satyrus said, pointing at Upazan's golden helmet. 'The sailors are hurting him. Either he charges or he rides away.' He put his heels to his horse and rode towards the camp, where Abraham was standing on the wall with Demostrate and Panther and Diokles. Satyrus reined in under the wall.