’Fools! The Romans wouldn’t hit them head on. What would that achieve? I thought the Alexandrians considered themselves masters of the sea and they don’t even know the basics.’
Euphranor had seen how Julius Caesar had sailed within throwing distance of the flagship.
’The Gods I admire that man.’
“Listen to me!” his brother Mentor had said that night on the balcony of their father’s home at Lindos, “We have to join the Egyptians. They will be the eventual victor in this war.”
The island of Rhodes like so many had been inundated with calls by Caesar and Rome to join in his fight with Pompey.
“I disagree brother. I know the Egyptians are ancient compared to Rome but Rome has never been defeated on land or at sea. You chose the army which made you a General. I chose the sea. I chose Caesar. Rome will be the eventual victor in this war which could swallow up the whole of the Mediterranean world.”
“I don’t think it will.”
“Our father does.”
“It’s true my son. What your brother says is right.”
The old man stepped from the shadows. His hair had long since turned white, his arms and body crisscrossed with scars from decades of fighting.
“Father,” Mentor rushed forward to kiss the old mans hand. The old General accepted the embrace then turned to his youngest son.
“Do you not embrace your poor old father?”
Euphranor kissed the old mans hand.
“May the Gods watch over you father.”
The old General sat wearily on his favourite stone seat in his garden.
“Your brother is right Mentor. I have seen most of the world. The Egyptians have become soft behind their palaces. They buy everyone’s loyalty with their gold. Rome is different. They have taken on all comers, the Gauls, the Germans. Tough competition. Men that are still barbarians. And defeated them all. I implore you, if you want to fight for someone, fight for Rome.”
“I am sorry father. You are the greatest man I’ve ever known. But you are wrong.”
Euphranor advanced on his brother angrily.
“How dare you disrespect our father in this way.”
“I meant no disrespect,” Mentor turned to the old man who sat in silence, his arms folded in his lap.
“You chose the army. You chose your way, I chose mine. Mine was harder.”
“And you must know that at sea the Roman’s must lose. The Alexandrians are the greatest sea faring nation the world has ever seen. If you fight for Caesar you will end up sunk to a watery grave.”
The two men had gone nose to nose and almost to blows. Accusations flew and then suddenly Mentor had flown into a rage and stormed off. Euphranor had intended to go after him but the old General stopped him.
“Let him go my son. A man’s destiny is but his own to choose.”
Now standing at the prow of his ship with his father’s words echoing in his mind, watching Julius Caesar’s ship swerve to avoid a collision Euphranor knew he’d made the right choice.
The gap between the two ships was closing fast. Then unbelievably a small, two oared rowing boat came straight across their path. The two occupants had been loading supplies to the bigger vessels. They stood no chance. The Greek ship crushed them with a splintering crash. The noise of which making Benghazi and his men spin around.
Euphranor’s ship tore into the Egyptian ship’s oars snapping them off with violent force. It slowed the Greek trireme only a fraction and her iron tipped ramming spar slammed into the hull of the Alexandrian flagship. The two ships shuddered from the impact. On the oar deck men saw the huge hole appear and the sea begin to flood in. Panic took hold and men began abandoning the oars and in a mad rush they made for the stairs.
The huge walkway came down with a crash and both Egyptian’s and Greeks dashed onto it. The first of them met in the middle and the fight was joined.
Euphranor, at the head of his men, slashed through one man’s neck with his sword, ignored the hot blood that sprayed his face, ran another Egyptian through, twisted his sword out and plunged it into the man’s mouth, silencing the agonising scream. A man on either side of him fighting just as viciously. He ducked a poorly timed thrust at his own face and shoulder-barged his assailant off the drawbridge. The man fell into the oars shattering his back and screamed until he drowned. Euphranor hacked at another enemy and brought his sword down through the man’s wrists slicing through skin, flesh and bone. The man screamed at his bloody stumps and Euphranor removed his head with a single blow.
Now the Greeks were pushing the Egyptians back, the drawbridge slippery with blood. Euphranor forced another man back, slipped on the bloody deck, went down on one knee and slashed an Egyptian’s leg off just below the knee. The man fell howling into the water. Euphranor struggled to his feet, his breath becoming laboured, and head-butted his next opponent in the face with his heavy full faced helmet shattering the man’s nose.
Euphranor made it to the end of the gangway and jumped down onto the deck of the Egyptian ship. He landed heavily and planted his feet firmly as he cut another Egyptian almost in two. Greeks on either side of him, fell, to be replaced with new ones taking up the war cry. The Greek mercenary suddenly spotted the enemy commander Benghazi in a gap in the fighting and he rushed headlong scattering his enemies with fear. He suddenly bellowed in pain and glanced down. An arrow had pierced his left thigh. He reached down and snapped it off leaving a two inch stump.. He threw the shaft away.
Slowly he looked up, his nose guard dripping blood.
Benghazi was twenty feet away, his forces smashed, his men laying dead or dying, flanked by two bodyguards. Euphranor waited patiently. One of the bodyguards rushed the Greek. Euphranor blocked the ill timed blow, pushed the Egyptian back, parried twice more, then hit his opponent in the face with the butt of his sword and brought the blade round in a swirling arc and slashed the man’s throat. The Egyptian gurgled his blood across the deck. The second bodyguard lunged as Euphranor sidestepped and brought his blade down, cleaving the skull in two.
Once again he faced Benghazi, who stared back, his eyes wide in terror. Euphranor took one step towards him and Benghazi, cowardly, quickly jumped up onto the side and dived into the water. He was wearing full armour and a cloak which in the water began to pull his head under. Nearby was a broken oar and he flailed for it. He knocked it just out of his reach and a small wave moved it further away. Twice his head went under the water. Then he realised he was very close to the ship. The under current had pulled him dangerously close. He panicked and put his hands against the hull to push himself away. Then his head went under the ship and he came back no more. Euphranor watched him disappear with a smirk.
The Roman galley was now broadside a few hundred yards away. The Romans on board were cheering. Euphranor looked up and saw the great Roman on the deck, the wind whipping his cloak about his legs. Euphranor raised his bloodied sword in triumph. He saw Caesar nod once to him then one of the Greek officers ran up to him and spoke.
“Sir. The rest of the Egyptians have surrendered. Shall I have them killed?”
Euphranor turned to look at the group of men on their knees.
“No. They’re Caesar’s property now. Take them into custody.”
“Yes sir. Then the ship is yours but I’m afraid she’s sinking. We must get off now.”
Julius watched until the Alexandrian flagship had disappeared beneath the surface, his men celebrating.
“That was a brilliant coup sir,” Agrippa said, “It had me fooled. Using the Greeks was ingenious.”