King of Ithaca (Adventures of Odysseus)

‘We need fifteen guards, Antiphus, not five,’ the prince said. ‘I don’t care what they’re doing or where they are. Search every house in the town if you have to.’

The archer turned and gave Eperitus a brief nod before running from the palace. Odysseus ordered Eumaeus to chase the head steward about the provisions for the journey, then turned to Eperitus and gave him a weary smile.

‘So much for leaving before first light, eh? No food, no gold, gifts mislaid and most of the guard haven’t even reported in yet. Still, I should consider myself lucky: it took a week to organize the visit to Pythia. How about you? Sleep well?’

‘Yes, my lord,’ Eperitus lied, not wishing to share his nightmares with the others. ‘Can I help?’

The prince placed a huge hand on his shoulder. ‘I doubt it – you’ll only get lost in all the chaos. The best thing you can do is sit down and eat a good breakfast, as you’ll be lucky to eat again before we make landfall.’

By mid-morning the dresses were packed in a chest, along with the jewels Anticleia had chosen. Laertes’s sword had eventually turned up beneath a pile of mildewed shields and was stowed with the other gifts. The other members of the guard had been located and were assembled on the grassy terrace before the palace walls, sweating in their full armour. Some of them had been in the group that escorted Odysseus to Pythia, others he had met in the three days since the Kerosia, but most were strangers to Eperitus.

Scattered around were small groups of slaves, gathered ready to carry the gifts and provisions down to the galley. The crowd was further swelled by the remainder of the household, who had left their tasks and come out to see the party off. Finally, the goings-on at the palace had also excited the interest of the townsfolk, who had come to watch the expedition leave.

‘There goes our plan to slip away unnoticed,’ said Halitherses, standing beside Eperitus and Damastor. ‘We might as well have invited Eupeithes in person to wish us a safe journey.’

‘Perhaps we’ve played directly into his hands,’ Eperitus replied, cynically. ‘This may be just the opportunity he needs.’

‘Whatever happens, lad, it’ll be according to the wishes of Zeus. He is the unseen mover in the affairs of men.’

‘Where’s Odysseus?’ Damastor asked anxiously. ‘We should be going.’

‘With his father and mother,’ Halitherses answered. ‘They’re making sacrifices for the journey to Sparta. What about Koronos? I haven’t seen him since the Kerosia.’

‘He returned home after the Kerosia,’ said Damastor. ‘His wife is due to give birth.’

‘A midwife is he?’ Halitherses sniffed, making no effort to hide his dislike of Koronos. ‘Clearly a man of many talents.’

At that moment Ctymene appeared. It was the first time Eperitus had seen her since his arrival on Ithaca and he was relieved to see her fully covered, wearing a clean white dress clasped at one shoulder and carrying a basket of flowers on one arm. As she crossed the grass in her bare feet she was the very image of childish innocence.

‘Good morning, Damastor; Uncle Halitherses,’ Ctymene said, her voice like sunshine on that cloudy, rain-threatened morning. ‘Good morning, Eperitus. Have you killed many men today?’

‘No, Ctymene. Have you?’

She laughed and shot him a mischievous look, then linked her arm through his. ‘I have a gift for you,’ she announced.

He watched as she untangled a single pink bloom from the mass of flowers in her basket. The smell of perfume that hung about her was delicate in comparison with the sharp tang of sweat that clung to Halitherses, Damastor and himself.

‘Here,’ she said, handing him a flower. It had been plucked and dried in the sun to preserve its beauty. ‘We call it chelonion, because its root is shaped like a turtle. See? Wear this to remind you of your new home when you’re far away. I’ve prayed to Aphrodite that it will protect you from harm and bring you safely back to Ithaca.’

Eperitus slipped the stem of the flower through a loop in his leather belt, then bowed silently. Ctymene squeezed his hand before slipping her arm from his and offering flowers to Halitherses and Damastor. They accepted the reminders of their home with cheerful words and kisses. Then she left them and went over to share the remainder amongst the other members of the escort. As Eperitus watched her, Odysseus walked out from the palace gates and joined the guards. The men shared a joke and a few words, then the prince turned to his sister and embraced her. She held him tightly, throwing her arms as far as they would reach about his muscular chest, but neither said a word. When they finally parted there were tears glistening in Ctymene’s eyes. She kissed him on the cheek then ran back into the palace.

‘I’ve said my farewells to the king and queen,’ Odysseus announced as he came over to the others. ‘They won’t be here to watch us depart. The men say they are ready, Halitherses.’