King of Ithaca (Adventures of Odysseus)

‘Eupeithes will have lost the very reason for his opposition to the throne,’ Anticleia explained to him gently. ‘His support will simply drain away.’

The other members of the Kerosia looked at each other in a startled hush, then as a single body looked at Odysseus. The prince leaned back into his chair and stared at his parents.

‘The queen’s wisdom is well known and highly regarded. But she is a woman and holds no power at the Kerosia. For myself I ask only this: what does the king say?’

Laertes looked at his son with sad, angry eyes, before lowering his gaze to the flames.

‘It’s the only way to defeat Eupeithes without bloodshed,’ he sighed. ‘If the Kerosia will support you, Odysseus, then you shall be announced king tomorrow. So speaks the king of Ithaca.’

There were murmurs of approval amongst the ring of counsellors. Eperitus looked at Odysseus and recognized that he would make a good king, for all his deception and trickery. He was young, strong and brave and Eperitus had seen with his own eyes that he was a talented warrior. More importantly, he had the support of a goddess and the blessing of the oracle.

‘Forgive me, lord,’ Halitherses said, bowing to Laertes, ‘but I feel the time has come for Odysseus to take his rightful inheritance. I, for one, will support him.’

‘Odysseus isn’t ready for the responsibility,’ said Phronius, waving his stick in a prophetic fashion. ‘I tell you all that a king must have a wife, and she must be a woman suited to rule.’

‘When Odysseus is king he’ll have plenty of time to find himself a wife,’ said Halitherses. ‘The important thing is that he should become king now, before the rebels attack in the spring. That way he’ll steal Eupeithes’s thunderbolts from his hand. The people know and love Odysseus, and they’ll follow him because he is Laertes’s son. The blood of the king’s line is in him, and that is something Eupeithes will never have. Given the full support of the Kerosia, he will be able to build on the strong foundations laid by his father.’

‘I disagree,’ said Koronos, his voice no longer smooth but suddenly harsh as stone. ‘The majority of the people are for Laertes. If Odysseus takes the throne before the people are ready for him, then Eupeithes will exploit this to his advantage.’

He stood and held up his hand against the murmuring of Odysseus’s supporters.

‘Listen to me,’ he insisted. ‘If Odysseus becomes king now, Ithaca will be turned against him by Eupeithes’s rhetoric. These are simple folk whose loyalties are bought slowly and grudgingly; though they know Odysseus the prince, what do they know of Odysseus the king? The first thing they’ll look for is the stamp of his authority, and unless Fortune provides Odysseus with a chance to prove himself Eupeithes will be swift to spread dissent. What he has taken years to do to Laertes’s reputation, I tell you truthfully he will do in days to Odysseus’s.’

Koronos watched the effect of his words settling upon his audience before sitting and giving the arena to whoever should dare to challenge him. It was Odysseus who stood. Crossing to his father he took the proffered staff and turned to the Kerosia.

‘Friends, beloved father, listen to what I have to say. It appears to me that the ultimate decision lies not with age, but with youth. I’ve listened to your counsels and feel like a rope between two teams of men, one moment pulled this way and the next that. I hear the words of my parents and feel the temptation of the throne. I see my friend Halitherses speak in my favour, and I feel that I could take on my father’s yoke and bring these islands to even greater prosperity.

‘And then I hear Phronius say that to be an effective king I need a woman who is worthy to become my queen. Most convincingly, I hear the argument of shrewd Koronos, a man with a god-given gift of intelligence, who is more familiar than any of us with Eupeithes’s strengths.’ He fixed his eyes on Koronos, who acknowledged him with a nod. ‘His words stand fast against all counterarguments. A young man cannot become king without first proving his worth to his people. Therefore, though I must accept one day soon, I cannot become Ithaca’s king until I’ve earned the loyalty of the people.’

‘And how do you intend to show the people you are fit to be king, Odysseus?’ Koronos asked.

The prince confessed he did not know how to prove his worthiness to the people of Ithaca. A few hasty suggestions were made for quests that would test his abilities, but these were either too unimpressive or too ridiculous, and faded away with little or no further consideration. Then Koronos, who seemed to have been in control of the debate at every juncture, stretched out a hand for the speaker’s staff.