his daybook, fingers flashing along the beads of his tallyboard as he calculated the month’s
accounts. The senior infantry commander, Amyntor son of Alexander, was sprawled in a
comfortable chair, feet stretched out to the fire. A book lay open in his lap, but he did not seem to
be reading. Jason crossed the room to join him, glad of the excuse for conversation.
“Not a very interesting text, I see,” he said.
Amyntor started and looked up, a rueful smile crossing his face. “Very interesting, actually,” he
said.
“Oh?” Jason asked, more to break the monotony than out of real interest.
“Flavius Arrianus, History of Alexander III/I,” Amyntor answered, displaying the book’s spine.
Philip Gellius, the garrison’s Roman engineer, looked up from his dice game. “That’s the
controversial one, isn’t it?”
Jason had long ago ceased to be surprised by the variety of the engineer’s interests. Amyntor
nodded.
“Your move, Philip.” Alexander the Lydian, commander of the garrison’s tiny cavalry detachment,
leaned across the gaming board to touch the engineer’s arm. The earrings that had given him his
second name flashed in the lamplight, and Jason found himself wondering again why the
cavalryman had adopted that Lydian custom. He wasn’t really a Lydian, but a citizen of Alexandria-
in-Egypt, and God alone knew what obscure races made up his bloodline. Mostly eastern peoples,
Jason thought, Persians and Asian Greeks and possibly Egyptians; the Lydian was too darkly
pretty to have much western blood.
Philip tossed the dice and shifted his counters along the board’s curving track, saying, “I read it.
What do you think, Amyntor?”
“It is interesting,” the infantry officer said, “but…”
“What are you talking about?” the Thessalian asked, pushing aside the tallyboard.
Amyntor silently held up his book. Philip said, “It’s another history of the great Alexander, only
this one says the Greek rebellion was the greatest thing that ever happened to him.”
The Thessalian snorted, and the Lydian said scornfully, “And how does he figure that?”
“He says that if Alexander had continued east the way he wanted to, there would’ve been an
unstable, shifting frontier somewhere in the middle of India, and that not even Philip Alexander
would’ve been able to hold it together. He says the Greek states would’ve rebelled and the end
result would’ve been the fall of Alexander’s empire and the rise of Roman power, at least in the
West,” Amyntor said.
“I know a Roman argument when I hear one,” Alexander the Lydian said. He shifted his counters,
frowning, and rolled the dice with a muttered invocation. Philip smiled and picked up the dice.
The Lydian shook his head, pushing the tiny pile of copper coins across the table toward the
Roman. “What else does this Arrianus have to say?” There was a note of challenge in his voice
and Jason sighed. Like most of the elite Companion Cavalry, who could trace their regimental
history directly to Alexander’s own cavalry, the Lydian was more than a little in love with the
heroic conqueror. In his eyes, at least, the great Alexander could do no wrong. Jason smiled
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