‘That was well done,’ Diokles commented.
‘Because we’re past?’ Melitta asked.
‘Because Plistias just got to see how good we are. See the centre ships in his line still jockeying for position? He has some very green crews.’ Diokles nodded.
‘See how he waits with his back to the camp?’ Coenus said. ‘He doesn’t want to fight.’
The Bosporon fleet moved slowly down the Hellespont, keeping a crisp formation, until it faced the Antigonid fleet.
A little late, but not unduly so, the first division of Apollodorus’s squadrons appeared from the south, headed up the Hellespont.
Diokles grinned.
Apollodorus had twenty-one warships, almost half of them penteres of the new designs — Glory of Demeter and Nile Lilly and Oinoe and all the rest of the ships that had gone to Athens a few weeks before.
‘He’s raising his boat masts,’ Diokles said. ‘You going to let him run downstream, or kill him now?’
Melitta looked at Coenus.
Coenus raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m not the king,’ he said.
Melitta looked at Theron. Theron winked.
‘Let him go,’ she said.
‘Good girl,’ Coenus breathed, a little too loudly.
That night, the combined squadrons camped on the same beach where Plistias of Cos had camped the night before. It was a strategic spot. Melitta liked it for its history: in one walk along the muddy beach, she’d found a Sakje arrowhead — a style more than a hundred years old — and an Athenian obol older yet.
Leon and Apollodorus had Stratokles the Informer with them. She had to think about that. The man had been her adversary too often to let him inside her guard — but she could see his utility in this instance, and the Euxine was afire with reports of Amastris’s betrayal of him at her wedding to Lysimachos.
Unless the bastard had done it on purpose, spread the reports to gain their confidence.
She shook her head, the way she’d shake it if she had taken a blow in combat. Thinking like this never ended well, in her experience. She turned back towards her camp, eyes still on the beach.
Head clear, she walked up to the circle of men awaiting her.
‘So,’ she said. ‘Is our message sent?’
Stratokles nodded. ‘And well sent, despoina. You can close the Hellespont. Demetrios will have to take notice.’
Leon nodded. ‘I worry about Ptolemy,’ he admitted. ‘To the suspicious mind, we are equivocating. Or even changing sides.’
Apollodorus shook his head. ‘If we had ejected Lysimachos, Ptolemy might think as much. But Leon, we have ejected Plistias.’
Leon shook his head. ‘We have changed the playing board, and that will threaten everyone.’
Stratokles nodded. ‘I think you must threaten everyone. I don’t think that we have enough information to guess who took him. It might seem that Demetrios has him, but that would suit Lysimachos or Cassander, too.’
Melitta glared at him. ‘You make my head hurt, Athenian. And who is this boy? I remember him — Hyrkania.’
‘This is my ward, Herakles.’ Stratokles stood back to allow the younger man his place in the ring of commanders.
Old Draco, now captain of marines on the Atlantae, did a double-take. ‘Herakles of who?’
Melitta nodded at Stratokles. ‘Son of Alexander, I think.’
Stratokles nodded.
Draco whistled. ‘A pleasure to meet you, my lord. I served your father.’
Herakles flushed, straightened his shoulders. ‘Despoina — I have known more than twenty-five winters, and I am no boy.’
Melitta nodded. ‘We’re of an age, are we not, Herakles?’ She looked at Leon. ‘Are this wily Athenian and this Macedonian-Hyrkanian using us, Leon?’
Leon took a deep breath. ‘By the gods, I hope not. I allowed Stratokles to convince me that the young man’s presence with us would serve as much point in threatening both Antigonus and Cassander as our seizure of the Hellespont. Word will spread.’
Melitta looked at Apollodorus. ‘And this met with your approval?’
Apollodorus looked around. ‘Satyrus gave me the command, and I used it to get his ships to here. With your permission, despoina, I’ll lay down my command now and go back to being a marine.’ He looked at Stratokles. ‘I … am more hesitant than Leon.’
Melitta nodded. ‘My thanks, Apollodorus. And my brother’s.’
‘He did a good job,’ Leon said.
‘He wants to tuck into Demetrios’s forces and kill,’ Stratokles said. ‘And he doesn’t love me. I return the feeling.’
Melitta looked around. ‘So. And so. Here we are. We have a fleet, an army, and a potential King of Macedon. What is our next step?’
Leon crossed his arms. ‘Now we wait.’
Stratokles shook his head. ‘Not I. With your permission, Anaxagoras and I … we will go to Athens. All I ask is that you allow anyone who comes to your camp to see my young scapegrace, and that you don’t let him wander off or die.’
Herakles looked, if not frightened, then at least deeply hesitant. ‘You will leave me, Stratokles?’
Stratokles was growing to like the young man, despite his temper and his uneasy sense of his own importance. And he had always found it difficult to dislike those who liked him. ‘I’ll be back,’ he said.
When the junior officers — the ship trierarchs and the centarchs from the taxeis — had returned to their duties, Melitta summoned Stratokles to her with a gesture. He thought of Banugul’s comments about her. She was more imposing than he remembered, and her eyes were darker, and a little wilder. Her muscles were impressive, too.
‘I don’t like you,’ she said.
Stratokles crossed his arms. He smiled. He always smiled when he was fighting. ‘I admire you,’ he answered.
That stopped her.
‘I don’t trust you,’ she said. ‘You killed my mother.’
He shook his head. ‘No, despoina. We’ve been over this ground before. I did not kill your mother. In fact, she gave me this cut to my nose.’
‘You helped to have her killed,’ Melitta hissed.
Stratokles glanced around for Lucius. ‘Yes,’ he said. He liked this new tactic — just tell the truth. It was easy to remember and saved a great deal of energy. ‘I acted under orders from the man who was my master at the time, and on behalf of my city.’ He shrugged.
She narrowed her eyes. ‘I can kill you,’ she said.
He had the most ridiculous impulse to smile again. ‘Despoina,’ he said, ‘you don’t relish me as an ally. But really, if I may? You risk nothing by sending me to Athens. If I am secretly in league with Demetrios, what do I gain? I leave you the most valuable hostage in the world today. And if I return with your brother, then I will expect something by way of apology.’
She watched him, the way a cat watches a mouse. It was fascinating, considering that he was a man, and eight inches taller, how very imposing she was. She allowed the slightest smile to touch her eyes, just the corners of her mouth. ‘No,’ she said. ‘You bring me my brother, and I’ll call us even.’
Stratokles cursed his fickle heart, because he was attracted to this unsheathed knife of a woman even while he could feel her hate like the warmth of a flame against his face. Now he let himself smile. ‘I will settle for even,’ he said.
She shook her head. ‘No, you won’t. You will play some game, some very clever game. And then I will kill you.’
Stratokles shook his head. ‘No games,’ he said.
Now it was her turn to smile. ‘Stratokles, do I know you better than you know yourself?’ She nodded. ‘In truth — if you bring me back my brother, I might forgive a game or two.’
He liked this play. Melitta of Tanais was far more interesting in her way than Amastris. It occurred to him — in an oblique, revenge-bound way — that serving Melitta would be a revenge of its own. They had been friends, once, Melitta and Amastris — until Amastris’s jealousy of Melitta’s freedom parted them. Or something like that.