Infantrymen rose and advanced upon the stacked arms. A press swelled toward the ships, as if on the instant of embarkation. As one they clamored for Alcibiades. Lead us! Take us home!
The folly of this course, self-apparent to the cooler heads of command, yet held such passionate appeal for the men that no commander could dissuade them or dared try. Now Alcibiades must confront this derangement, not out of a base of the men's trust earned over time, of shared victories and attained respect, but on the instant and on his own.
“If we sail, men, we will easily overturn our enemies at home and establish a government obedient to our whims and gratifying to our vanity.”
The men cheered and rallied. He signed for silence and bade them ring him in.
“But what mischief will we have left behind here in the Aegean?
Let us consider this, brothers, and if we find the course you champion wise, not another hour shall expire before we sail, you and I, to depose the usurpers.”
More salutes and cries of acclamation.
Alcibiades called the Assembly to order. This was the phrase he used, and it had the effect intended. He commanded each individual to impose upon his ungoverned heart that self-dominion which differentiates free men from slaves and recall himself to what he was-a man of reason, capable of reflection and deliberation. Now, he directed, let us as an exercise place ourselves in the position of our enemies.
“Imagine we are Mindarus, Spartan commander at Miletus, learning of our resolve to sail for home. Recall, friends, that spies among us will report to him before nightfall all we debate here this day…”
Coolly and rationally Alcibiades instructed the men on those opportunities the fleet's withdrawal would present to the foe and how the enemy must and would pounce upon them. He addressed his hearers not as a general his troops, but as an officer in counsel with brother officers or a statesman in discourse before the ekklesia.
The Aegean undefended, the Spartans will seize the Hellespont, and with that cut off all grain for us and for Athens. The enemy holds Lampsacus and Cyzicus. Byzantium has revolted to him. He will overthrow Ionia and seize every strategic choke point on the straits. We must turn about from home at once, merely to preserve from starvation the very prize we have just won. And what will await us here on our return? Not an enemy as at present, on the sea where we hold advantage, but dug in on land, from which fortifications we must then dislodge him. He inquired of the men if they were ready to fight Spartans on land, on their own terms. And what base will we employ? The first place the enemy will seize will be Samos, the very stones and timbers upon which we now stand.
Now he presented the most ruinous consequence of withdrawaclass="underline" its effect upon the Persian. How will he, our benefactor upon whom all depends, respond to this unadvertised decampment? Will he perceive us as reliable allies in whom he may place trust? Tissaphernes will dump us, as an eagle an asp, and re-ally himself with Sparta. He must, if only from fear of their new power, no longer checked by us, that they may turn upon and overrun him.
“Remember this, brothers. Athens is ours anytime we choose to take her. But Athens is not her bricks and stones, or even the land itself. We are Athens. This is Athens. The enemy lies there,” he proclaimed, gesturing to the east and south, the occupied cities of Ionia and the Lacedaemonian bastion at Miletus. ul came to fight Spartans and Peloponnesians, not my own countrymen. And by the gods, I will make you fight them too!”
A murmur of self-chastisement swept the host, who at last perceived not only their own folly, in contrast to the sense of their new commander, but his dexterity in deflecting them from this course of calamity. Already in the first hour of his recall he had preserved the state. More so, the men now reckoned, he had displayed such iron temerity to face them down, single-handed, as no other would or could. One felt a sea change as the men came to themselves at last, perceiving the sureness of their principal's hand and the slenderness of the margin by which he had steered them from ruin.
“But if your hearts remain set on this course, brothers, sail for home now. But look first there, to that arm of the breakwater the Samians call the Hook. For I will station my ship at its shoulder, and this I swear by Nike and Athena Protectress, that I will strike as thunder the first vessel that seeks to pass me outbound, and the next and the next after that, until you slay me upon the site. He will sail for Athens, he that will, over my cold corpse.”
Such a shout greeted this as eclipsed even the tumult that had preceded it. At once Thrasybulus stepped to the fore, dismissing the assembly, ordering the men to disperse to their duties and all trierarchs and squadron commanders to report to fleet command.
This headquarters was situated in what had been the old Customs House, which filled now with the swarming officers, above four hundred counting ship's masters, infantry commanders, and captains of marines. The overflow, including Thrasybulus, Thrasyllus, Alcibiades, and the taxiarchs, settled after some confusion in the hall adjacent, employed formerly for storage of contraband and now serving as collection site for spare masts and sail, hull girdles and sundry hanging and wooden gear of the fleet.
A number of commanders spoke, addressing the requirements of the hour. Protomachus set as paramount the need for cash; the men must be paid; they are demoralized and have been for months.
Lysias professed the imperative for further training; Erasinides spoke to the ships and their seaworthiness. Others clamored to follow; it seemed the deficiencies of vessels and men must mount to infinity, each more pressing than the next. Alcibiades shifted upon his feet, a move so subtle as barely to merit notice. At once all hubbub stilled. The officers, gone silent as one, turned unprompted toward him who, though technically holding a third only of the tripartite command, the congress now acknowledged by its deferral as supreme commander.
“I approve all you say, gentlemen. The fleet's needs are many and urgent. One, however, must take precedence. This item the men need before all, and we must get it for them without fail and without deferral.”
Alcibiades drew up, as a poet or actor upon the stage, drawing by his silence his hearers more raptly to attend.
“We must get the men a victory.”
Book VI
XXIX
Sidescreens up, it is no easy matter to sight over the prow of a hurtling man-of-war. Spray blasts over the forepeak; the catheads sling seas with each belly and bounce; the craft's gunwales ride so tight to the waterline, her trim so precarious, that the marine topside who rises even to move half a yard is pelted with oaths, as his displaced weight, even for that reckless instant, destabilizes the entire ship. The oarsmen's backs are to the target; they can't see either. The top-bankers' eyes dart to the marines on deck, athwartships through the step-down, to guess at impact.
At Cyzicus Alcibiades' flagship was Antiope, taken over after Resolute went down off Teas. The top-bank oarsman beside me was an Acharnian called Charcoal, whom I knew from a chorus of the Lenaea when we were boys. A renowned gourmand, this fellow; he was instructing me on eels, the proper way to prepare them for the grill. The ship hurtled toward that stretch of shore called the Plantations, upon which two score Spartan triremes had been driven in flight, their seamen and marines, above eight thousand, hastening to jig the vessels into a rampart, as Antiope and two squadrons of sixteen bore down upon them. Such a delicacy must not be profaned with excess spice and seasoning, Charcoal proclaimed as he heaved on the beat; a simple basil and oil marinade will reveal the flesh's intrinsic sweetness. That was the word he used: intrinsic. We were among the breakers now.