Fire in the East by Harry Sidebottom Read Free Book Online

speak a little Greek, Kyrios,’ said the boy, sounding relieved.
    Ballista ignored him. ‘Carry out your duties well and you will be treated well. Try and run and I will kill you!’ He shifted in his seat. ‘How did the Persians under the Sassanid house overthrow the Parthians? Why do they so frequently unleash their horsemen on the imperium Romanum ? How have they so frequently defeated the Romans?’
    ‘The god Mazda willed it’ came the instant reply.
    If the first stratagem to bring down the walls fails you must try another. Ballista continued. ‘Tell me the story of the Sassanid house. I want to know the ancestors of King Shapur and the stories of their deeds.’
    ‘There are many stories of the origins of the house.’
    ‘Tell me those that you believe.’ The boy was wary, but Ballista hoped that pride would lead him to start talking.
    The boy collected his thoughts. ‘Long ago, when the lord Sasan travelled through the lands, he came to the palace of King Papak. Papak was a seer, and he could tell that the descendants of Sasan were destined by Mazda to lead the Persians to greatness. Papak had no daughter or female relative to offer Sasan, so he offered him his wife. He preferred the lasting glory of the Sassanid Persians to his own shame. The son born to Sasan was Ardashir, the King of Kings, who thirty years ago overthrew the Parthians. The son of Ardashir is Shapur, the King of Kings, the King of Aryans and Non-Aryans, who by the will of Mazda smites the Romans.’ The youth glared defiantly at Ballista.
    ‘And Shapur wants back all the lands which were once ruled by the Persians in ancient times before Alexander the Great took their empire? So he would take from the Romans Egypt, Syria, Asia Minor and Greece?’
    ‘No ... well, yes.’
    ‘Which? No or yes?’
    ‘Yes in the sense that they are ancestral lands that must be reclaimed, but no in the sense that they are not all that he will take from the Romans.’ The boy’s eyes shone with zeal.
    ‘Then what other lands would he have?’ Ballista suspected the worst.
    ‘The King of Kings Shapur in his perfect humility accepts that he is just the instrument of the god Mazda. He understands that it is the destiny of his house to bring the sacred fires of Mazda to the whole world, to make all peoples worship Mazda, to make all the world Aryan!’
    So there it was. Ballista’s transient feeling of happiness had evaporated. The Persians had no need for temporal niceties such as just cause. There was no hope of compromise, or delay. Seemingly, there was no hope of an end: it was a religious war. For a moment Ballista saw the world as the Persian boy saw it: the armies of the righteous, their numbers those of the stars in the sky, sweeping west to cleanse the world. And all that was standing in their path was Ballista himself and the isolated city of Arete.

III
    It had taken time for the drink to die out of Maximus. As soon as Ballista had given him leave he had bought bread, cheese, olives, water and a small piece of honeycomb from the main marketplace and gone in search of a quiet place to sit. He found a deserted garden and chose a spot where both possible points of entry were in view. After checking the shrubbery for snakes, of which he had a particular horror, he settled down with the one book he owned: Petronius’s novel The Satyricon. Maximus had tried other books since Ballista had taught him to read Latin in Africa some years ago, but none spoke to him like this one. It showed the Romans as they really were: lustful, drunken, greedy, duplicitous and violent - men much like himself.
    The next day, Maximus felt full of life. Just after dawn the captain had announced that, as he could see the peak of Mount Tenos, the day was well omened for voyaging. Ballista had carried out the correct ritual, and the Concordia had slipped her moorings. Maximus was now standing on the epotis, or ear timber, just behind the ram of the ship, enjoying a perfect view