The Last of the Wine
A Novel
Mary Renault
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Notes on Some of the Characters
Chronological Table
A Biography of Mary Renault
GLOSSARY
Agora, place of assembly, especially the market-place
Archon, one of the nine chief magistrates of Athens
Chlamys, a cloak worn by men
Doric, gold or silver coin, named after Darius, King of Persia, equal to 20 drachmas
Deme, township or district in Attica
Dikastery, law-courts formed by 6,000 citizens elected annually for the trial of judicial cases
Drachma, Greek silver coin
Ephebe, name given to young men belonging to the first three property classes, when they were eighteen to twenty years of age; they then became liable to military training and duties
Ephor, title of the highest magistrates in Sparta; there were five, elected annually, and put in charge of guardianship over law, conduct of war, internal affairs, and the training of the young
Epitaphion, the annual funeral oration spoken for the Athenians who had fallen in battle
Gymnasiarch, Athenian official charged with the supervision of athletic training schools and games
Hipparch, commander of the cavalry
Hoplite, foot-soldier
Kerameikos, “potters’ field,” an area of ancient Athens divided by the walls of Themistokles into the Inner and Outer Kerameikos
Kordax, an obscene dance of Greek comedy
Kottabos, a game played at drinking parties, in which the wine left in the cup was thrown into a bronze vessel; if the sound was clear, it was a good omen
Metic, an alien allowed to reside at Athens on payment of a tax
Mina, denomination of money corresponding to 100 drachmas
Obol, coin representing the value of 1/6 of a drachma
Palaestra, training school for wrestling and athletics
Pankratiast, participant in a Pankration
Pankration, athletic contest, combining wrestling and boxing
Pnyx, public place of assembly in Athens, on a hill west of the Akropolis
Prytaneum, hall in which distinguished citizens and foreign ambassadors were entertained at public expense
Scolion, song sung in turn by guests at a banquet
Stater, gold coin, weight about 1/2 ounce
Stele, upright slab or stone
Strategos, commander-in-chief or chief magistrate at Athens
Strigil, instrument for scraping dust and sweat from the body
Trireme, galley with three ranks of oars, used chiefly in war
Triarch, ruler of one of the three divisions of a country
1
WHEN I WAS A young boy, if I was sick or in trouble, or had been beaten at school, I used to remember that on the day I was born my father had wanted to kill me.
You will say there is nothing out of the way in this. Yet I daresay it is less common than you might suppose; for as a rule, when a father decides to expose an infant, it is done and there the matter ends. And it is seldom a man can say, either of the Spartans or the plague, that he owes them life instead of death.
It was at the beginning of the Great War, when the Spartans were in Attica, burning the farms. There was a notion in those days that no other army could meet them on land and live; so we were holding only the City, and Piraeus, and the Long Walls between. This was the advice of Perikles. It is true that when I was born he was still alive, though already sick; which is no reason for foolish youths to ask me, as one did lately, whether I remember him.
The country people, whose farms were being burned, poured into the City, and lived like beasts wherever they could put up a few boards, or a roof of hide. They were even sleeping and cooking in the shrines, and in the colonnades of the wrestling schools. The Long Walls were lined with stinking huts all the way to the harbour. Somewhere thereabouts the plague began, and spread like fire in old heather. Some said the Spartans had called on Far-Shooting Apollo, some that they had contrived to poison the springs. Some of the women, I believe, blamed the country people for bringing in a curse; as if anyone could reasonably suppose that the gods would punish a state for treating its own citizens justly. But women, being ignorant of philosophy and logic, and fearing dream-diviners more than immortal Zeus, will always suppose that whatever causes them trouble must be wicked.
The plague thinned my family as it did every other. My mother’s father, Damiskos, the Olympic runner, was buried with his old trophies and his olive crown. My father was among those who got the disease and survived; it left him for some time with a bloody flux, too sick for war; and when I was born he had only just recovered his strength.
On the day of my birth, my father’s younger brother, Alexias, died in his twenty-fourth year. He, hearing that a youth called Philon, with whom he was in love, had been taken sick, went at once to him; meeting, I have been told, not only the slaves but the boy’s own sister, running the other way. His father and mother had already perished; Alexias found the lad alone, lying in the basin of the courtyard fountain, where he had crawled to cool his fever. He had not called out to anyone to fetch his friend, not wishing to endanger him; but some passers-by, who had not cared to go very near, reported that they had seen Alexias carrying him indoors.
This reached my father after some time, while my mother was in labour with me. He sent over a reliable servant who had had the plague already; who, however, found both the young men dead. From the way they were lying, it seems that in the hour of Philon’s death, Alexias had felt himself sicken; and, knowing the end, had taken hemlock, so that they should make the journey together. The cup was standing on the floor beside him; he had tipped out the dregs, and written PHILON with his finger, as one does after supper in the last of the wine.
Getting this news at night, my father set out with torches to fetch the bodies, so that he could mix their ashes in one urn, and have a fit memorial made. They were gone, having been thrown already on a common pyre in the street; but later, my grandfather had a stone set up for Alexias in the Street of Tombs, with a relief showing the friends clasping hands in farewell, and a cup beside them on a pedestal. Every year at the Feast of Families, we sacrificed for Alexias at the household altar, and the story is one of the first that I remember. My father used to say that all over the City, those who died in the plague were the beautiful and the good.
Alexias having died before the time of his marriage, my father now decided to name after him the child that was being born, if it should be a boy. My elder brother Philokles, who was two years old, had been a particularly fine strong child at his birth: but I, when held up by the midwife, was seen to be small, wizened and ugly; my mother having brought me forth nearly a month too soon, either through a weakness of her body or the foreknowledge of a god. My father decided at once that it would be unworthy of Alexias to name me after him; that I was the child of an unlucky time, marked with the gods’ anger, and that it would be better not to rear me.