[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
.And you started it.I hope you understand me.’Eumenes flushed despite the bite of the cold.‘It’s not fair.He called my father a traitor.’Kineas put his hands on the boy’s shoulders.‘What you mean is that it’s not fair that your father was a traitor.He was.And Leon was a slave.And both of you are important officers in this company, and we need you to function as adults and not as brainless children.’‘Not fair,’ muttered Eumenes.He was weeping.Kineas embraced the boy, who had suffered so much in the last year and was now weeping for the loss of a girl and some prestige.His embrace obviously comforted the young man, and Kineas thought of Mosva crying in his arms after the fight in the high ground to the west, and how useless he was at comforting anyone.He did his best.Without really intending it, Kineas didn’t climb the hill to the citadel that day, or the next.Ataelus’s twenty riders trotted out over the mud into a sunny morning and vanished into the eastern hills before the sun was a hand high in the sky.The mercenaries - new and old - drilled on the parade under Lycurgus’s eye, with Diodorus watching and Leon taking notes.Eumenes had the cavalry out all day, conditioning their horses, walking them up and down, riding for brief stints, and the young man was merciless in working himself and every trooper under him.Temerix’s men went out in twos and threes, unarmed, and began the long job of locating fodder.Kineas watched the Kaspian for ships from the north and the mountains to the east for a rider from Ataelus.Another day passed, and Kineas failed to climb the hill.Towards evening on the third day, Philokles joined him on the porch of the megaron.It was spring, unseasonably warm, in fact, and three days of sun had caused avalanches on the hillsides and probably opened the hill passes south.Crocuses pushed up through the rubbish and the tree bark that had accumulated along the foundation of the megaron, and Kineas marvelled at their colour as only a man who has survived a long winter can do.Outside the gate, he watched a mounted man gallop past his sentries, straight up the hill to the citadel.‘There is much beauty in the world,’ Philokles said.Kineas grinned.He put a hand on Philokles’ shoulder; he loved it when the philosopher ruled and his friend made statements of this sort.‘There is,’ Kineas said.And then more soberly, ‘And much cowardice.’Philokles sat on the step of the megaron.He stretched his long legs in front of him and took a sip of wine before handing the cup to Kineas.‘The queen?’ he asked.His voice was carefully neutral.‘I lust for her.I marshal a thousand arguments against her - all excellent, I might add.Srayanka.The men.Her own - bah.I lack words to express it.And yet I fly back to her like a moth to an oil lamp.And then I resist.’ He shrugged.‘It is like a contest.’Philokles raised an eyebrow.‘You do love a challenge,’ he said.‘It’s more than that,’ Kineas said.Philokles rested on an elbow.‘Do you think I might have a sip of the wine I brought out to us? Thanks.Is it? More than a challenge? The camp is full of whores - you could have any one you liked, and no diplomatic incident need follow.You could fuck ten of them and no one would tell Srayanka.Indeed, I wouldn’t think it Srayanka’s business.But instead of a little helpful penetration of a whore to work off your male humours, you wander off into a game with a queen.The game is being played about dominance and submission.Sex is just a piece on the board.Stop dramatizing.In a few weeks we’re riding away - fuck her and leave her, or don’t fuck her and leave her.Neither one of you will ever submit.’Kineas laughed ruefully.‘When you came out with the wine, I was remarking to myself what a pleasure you are when you are in a philosophical frame of mind.’ He took the cup and drained it.‘I forgot that your philosophy often kicks like an army mule.’ Kineas took the cup back and finished the wine.‘She says all our philosophy is cowardice, and every man should do what he wills.’Philokles nodded.‘That’s the philosophy of a despot - or a woman trying to seduce.’‘She’s wrong, though.’ Kineas wasn’t sure whether that was a question or an answer.Philokles looked into the empty wine cup and frowned.‘You drank all of my wine.’ He looked hurt.‘The good wine that tastes like berries.’Kineas nodded.‘And now I’m going to ride up the hill and see the queen.’Philokles nodded.‘I find it very much in keeping with the way the gods drive men to action that I began this winter begging you to avoid her, and tonight I use my tongue as a lash to push you up the hill.’ He held out the cup.‘Since you’ll go inside to change, bring me out another cup of wine? There’s a good fellow.’ He waited until Kineas was halfway in the door.‘She’s not wrong.Nor right.This is not about her, but about you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl trzylatki.xlx.pl
.And you started it.I hope you understand me.’Eumenes flushed despite the bite of the cold.‘It’s not fair.He called my father a traitor.’Kineas put his hands on the boy’s shoulders.‘What you mean is that it’s not fair that your father was a traitor.He was.And Leon was a slave.And both of you are important officers in this company, and we need you to function as adults and not as brainless children.’‘Not fair,’ muttered Eumenes.He was weeping.Kineas embraced the boy, who had suffered so much in the last year and was now weeping for the loss of a girl and some prestige.His embrace obviously comforted the young man, and Kineas thought of Mosva crying in his arms after the fight in the high ground to the west, and how useless he was at comforting anyone.He did his best.Without really intending it, Kineas didn’t climb the hill to the citadel that day, or the next.Ataelus’s twenty riders trotted out over the mud into a sunny morning and vanished into the eastern hills before the sun was a hand high in the sky.The mercenaries - new and old - drilled on the parade under Lycurgus’s eye, with Diodorus watching and Leon taking notes.Eumenes had the cavalry out all day, conditioning their horses, walking them up and down, riding for brief stints, and the young man was merciless in working himself and every trooper under him.Temerix’s men went out in twos and threes, unarmed, and began the long job of locating fodder.Kineas watched the Kaspian for ships from the north and the mountains to the east for a rider from Ataelus.Another day passed, and Kineas failed to climb the hill.Towards evening on the third day, Philokles joined him on the porch of the megaron.It was spring, unseasonably warm, in fact, and three days of sun had caused avalanches on the hillsides and probably opened the hill passes south.Crocuses pushed up through the rubbish and the tree bark that had accumulated along the foundation of the megaron, and Kineas marvelled at their colour as only a man who has survived a long winter can do.Outside the gate, he watched a mounted man gallop past his sentries, straight up the hill to the citadel.‘There is much beauty in the world,’ Philokles said.Kineas grinned.He put a hand on Philokles’ shoulder; he loved it when the philosopher ruled and his friend made statements of this sort.‘There is,’ Kineas said.And then more soberly, ‘And much cowardice.’Philokles sat on the step of the megaron.He stretched his long legs in front of him and took a sip of wine before handing the cup to Kineas.‘The queen?’ he asked.His voice was carefully neutral.‘I lust for her.I marshal a thousand arguments against her - all excellent, I might add.Srayanka.The men.Her own - bah.I lack words to express it.And yet I fly back to her like a moth to an oil lamp.And then I resist.’ He shrugged.‘It is like a contest.’Philokles raised an eyebrow.‘You do love a challenge,’ he said.‘It’s more than that,’ Kineas said.Philokles rested on an elbow.‘Do you think I might have a sip of the wine I brought out to us? Thanks.Is it? More than a challenge? The camp is full of whores - you could have any one you liked, and no diplomatic incident need follow.You could fuck ten of them and no one would tell Srayanka.Indeed, I wouldn’t think it Srayanka’s business.But instead of a little helpful penetration of a whore to work off your male humours, you wander off into a game with a queen.The game is being played about dominance and submission.Sex is just a piece on the board.Stop dramatizing.In a few weeks we’re riding away - fuck her and leave her, or don’t fuck her and leave her.Neither one of you will ever submit.’Kineas laughed ruefully.‘When you came out with the wine, I was remarking to myself what a pleasure you are when you are in a philosophical frame of mind.’ He took the cup and drained it.‘I forgot that your philosophy often kicks like an army mule.’ Kineas took the cup back and finished the wine.‘She says all our philosophy is cowardice, and every man should do what he wills.’Philokles nodded.‘That’s the philosophy of a despot - or a woman trying to seduce.’‘She’s wrong, though.’ Kineas wasn’t sure whether that was a question or an answer.Philokles looked into the empty wine cup and frowned.‘You drank all of my wine.’ He looked hurt.‘The good wine that tastes like berries.’Kineas nodded.‘And now I’m going to ride up the hill and see the queen.’Philokles nodded.‘I find it very much in keeping with the way the gods drive men to action that I began this winter begging you to avoid her, and tonight I use my tongue as a lash to push you up the hill.’ He held out the cup.‘Since you’ll go inside to change, bring me out another cup of wine? There’s a good fellow.’ He waited until Kineas was halfway in the door.‘She’s not wrong.Nor right.This is not about her, but about you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]