“I looked up, and there, across the plain, some traitor was flashing a signal. It could only have been to the enemy. I resolved, then and there, to destroy that traitor, whoever he was. But I never discovered him.”
Aeschylus looked about. He stared at the three largest mountains that ringed the plain. He took several steps to the right. “I was right about here,” he finished. “I remember it well. And the signal came from … there.”
He picked up a stick that had been washed in by the sea. He pointed with the stick, the better for us to see where he meant. Diotima and I both stood behind his shoulder and peered along the direction. Aeschylus had pinpointed the southernmost of the nearby mountains, the one closest to the coast. A road wound past that exact spot.
It was almost midday. Time to conduct the test.
Diotima and I left to flash the shield. Aeschylus and Socrates remained on the beach to see what happened. As we walked away, Aeschylus began to regale Socrates with more war stories.
It was faster up the mountain than I expected. The road that Aeschylus had pointed out was a good one, and the slope gentle enough that we reached the spot as the sun passed its zenith.
Fortunately, it was a sunny day. I judged the position of the sun against the spot on the beach where Aeschylus and Socrates stood-they were two tiny figures on a white background-then I angled the shield as I thought best to send down the light. I wobbled the shield to produce seven flashes.
“Try this too,” Diotima said. She passed me her hand mirror.
“It’s small,” I said.
“It’s the best we’ve got,” Diotima pointed out.
She was right.
With the mirror I sent five flashes.
“Did anything happen?” I asked after a while.
“How should I know? Wait, I have an idea,” Diotima said. She walked down the path a hundred paces.
“Do them both again,” she called out.
I tried the shield again, angling it this way and that.
Diotima watched intently.
“Nico, I’m pretty sure nothing’s being reflected my way.”
I said, “Let’s try the mirror again.”
“I see flashes as you wobble it,” Diotima called, as I moved the mirror about.
We repeated the two different signals over and over, and then, when we were sure the others must have seen something, we packed and returned. Aeschylus and Socrates waited on the beach.
Socrates spoke at once. “We saw flashes of fives, but they were dim.”
“Five was Diotima’s hand mirror.” I said. “Seven was the shield. We did our best with both. You never saw seven?”
“No,” Aeschylus said. “We watched most closely.”
“That means I was right, Nico!” Socrates said. “It’s all because of the curvature of the reflecting surface. You see-”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” I interrupted.
But much as it pained me to admit it, Socrates had indeed been right. The signal the men had seen at the battle had come from a large mirror. Whoever had sent that message was not a soldier.
“The signal we saw after the battle was much brighter,” Aeschylus said.
“The mirror we used was quite smalclass="underline" Diotima’s hand mirror,” I said. “The real mirror must have been much larger.”
“This changes things.” Aeschylus rubbed his chin. “I admit my view of what happened on the day of the battle has changed. But now I’m confused. We were hard-enough pressed to march fast with the minimum equipment. I’m positive no one in our force carried a large mirror. Where would a man get such a thing?”
“Good question,” I said.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Our odd little caravan pulled into the sanctuary at Brauron next day, in the late afternoon. Aeschylus had ridden all the way, but as we approached the sanctuary he insisted on marching in with his spear in his hand and his shield on his back, as a soldier should.
We pulled up in front of the courtyard, under the astonished gaze of Doris and Sabina. They hadn’t been expecting us. For good reason: when we left Athens for Marathon, we hadn’t expected to come here. But after the mirror test, I insisted.
A girl was sent running into the stoa, and shortly after Thea emerged.
“Yes?” Thea asked. At that moment Zeke appeared from the fields. News of our arrival had spread.
“We’ve come from Marathon,” I said.
Sabina said, “We weren’t expecting you. I’ve made no preparations for you at all.”
I told the priestesses of the experiment with the shields and ended with an introduction. “This is Aeschylus,” I said.
Doris and Sabina looked uncomprehending. Gaïs was startled; she appraised our companion with a knowing stare, and I wondered if in the course of her life Gaïs had managed to get to Athens to see some plays. Of the assembled habitués of Brauron, Gaïs was the only one who seemed to know or care who he was. She looked Aeschylus square in the eye and said in a clear voice, “For the gods plant in mortal man a fatal flaw, when they wish to destroy his house utterly.”
Gaïs said these words as if it were the most natural thing in the world to pronounce a curse on a stranger, then she turned and walked away.
Aeschylus watched Gaïs depart. He might be old, but he was still young enough to appreciate her perfect legs and taut buttocks as they swung into the distance. So was I.
“What that young lady with remarkably few clothes said … she quoted from my play, Niobe,” Aeschylus said in wonder. “Has she memorized my work?”
Doris shrugged. “Gaïs says these things. I’ve given up wondering about it.”
“What happens in Niobe?” Diotima asked.
“The goddess Artemis slaughters the children of the heroine, because Niobe boasted she had so many.” Aeschylus was clearly disturbed.
“None of this has anything to do with our girls,” Thea said. “What are you doing to help them, Nicolaos? Do you mean to say that in the time you’ve been away, this nonsense about Marathon is what you’ve been doing?”
“Nicolaos has been investigating a matter that goes to the heart of Athens,” Aeschylus spoke up. “There can be no greater good.”
The High Priestess turned her attention to the playwright. “I know of you, Aeschylus. I know you to be one of those men who count honor the greatest virtue. Let me tell you, when men think only of honor, it’s the little people who suffer. The families, the wives, the little girls. Especially the little girls. Believe me, I know.” Thea turned back to me. “A child might be dying, and you amuse yourself with ancient history. I must insist you drop this nonsense and return to what we’re paying you for.”
“I think I know the answer,” I announced.
That stopped them dead.
“You know who attacked our girls?” she said.
“I think so. Yes.”
“Then tell us,” Thea said. “End this agony.”
“There’s something we have to do first.” To their horrified expressions, I said, “It’s important, believe me.”
Diotima and I had talked over our plan on the way to the sanctuary, in quiet whispers at night so that Aeschylus wouldn’t hear. I pulled out a wax tablet and a stylus. I wrote a message in small, careful letters. It was most important that this message be clear.
I handed the tablet to Thea. “Could you please make sure this goes to Athens at once?” I asked her.
Thea nodded reluctantly. “I’ll send it by runner. Will there be a return message?”
“Yes, but it will take some time to arrive.”
Thea frowned at this state of affairs. Gaïs snorted in disgust, as if it confirmed something she’d always thought. Doris was disconcerted, and Sabina looked worried and angry. None had any choice but to accept my decision.
Dinner that night was a silent and cold-shouldered affair.