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‘We’re best off where we are,’ Lot said. ‘There’s no grazing east of here, and I’ve heard that the Massagetae camp and all the Scythians fill the vale of the Jaxartes, eating all the grass. Let us wait here until she summons us again.’
‘We wouldn’t even know if a battle took place,’ Srayanka shot back. ‘Zarina and the Jaxartes are ten days’ ride from here.’
‘Or more,’ said Ataelus.
‘We’re running out of grass already,’ Parshtaevalt said. He had aged quickly during Srayanka’s captivity, and unlike Upazan, he had never had any interest in rulership beyond his own concept of duty. ‘Already the herds are twenty stades from the camp.’ He gave a bitter smile. ‘I send my daughters to fetch my mounts every morning.’
Srayanka nodded. ‘The grass is not of the best.’
Lot glanced at his wife. ‘We are thinking of leaving our young and old with a guard and sending them back to our summer pasture,’ he said. He sounded apologetic.
Srayanka surprised her husband by agreeing immediately. ‘We should do the same. We should transform ourselves into a great war host and not a movement of all the people.’
‘The warriors left behind will be bitter,’ Parshtaevalt said. ‘They will miss the great battle.’
Srayanka shook her head. ‘Let every warrior left behind be one who served at the Ford of the River God,’ she said. ‘And let them console themselves with remaining alive.’
Kineas approved, but he leaned over to her and whispered, ‘So we leave our veterans? And take only the young?’
She shook her head. ‘We take our best, and then leave a tithe of our best as guards. It is the way. Those who stay behind are chosen by chance from those who are picked to go. Do you understand?’ She looked at him gravely. ‘And if we are badly defeated, the people will yet have an army of proven warriors.’
Kineas nodded. ‘A very good system. Yes, I understand.’ He smiled. ‘I understand that I have much to learn if I am to act as the king!’
Srayanka shrugged. ‘No more than any man,’ she said. ‘Or woman!’
Lot rubbed his beard. ‘I fear we cannot host you on our summer grazing,’ he said. ‘I am sorry. There is hard feeling because of the boy - Upazan, despite his hot head, has many friends. But more, we have many horses - more than I can ever remember.’ He rocked his head back and forth in self-mockery. ‘I must be a good prince.’
Srayanka looked at Kineas. Kineas took a sip of wine - it was almost gone - and nodded. ‘I think our own people should start west,’ Kineas said.
There was murmuring from all around the fire.
Srayanka looked surprised. ‘Now?’ she asked.
Kineas nodded. ‘Now. If they go soon, and stay on the move, they’ll have no fodder problem. Three months will see them at the fort on the Rha. Messengers can tell Crax to buy grain against the winter, and the high plains will have abundant grass in the spring.’ He looked at Lot. ‘I think we should travel separately - not because of your foolish nephew, but because that’s the way we’ve crossed the bad ground to get here. I want to talk about the route.’
Lot nodded.
Kineas went on, ‘As I see it, there are two routes and two sets of risk. If we go straight east, we cross the desert - and crossing in mid-summer will be very different from crossing in spring. Together we have ten thousand horses. Perhaps after we send our people to their winter grass, we’ll have four thousand horses.’ He shrugged. ‘That’s a lot of water.’
All around the fire, men and women nodded, picturing the desert crossing.
‘If we ride south for two days, we’ll be back at the forks of the Polytimeros. As I understand it, we can follow the Polytimeros into the valley of Marakanda, and then go north through the Sogdian gap to the Jaxartes, and never spend a night without water.’
‘There is Alexander,’ Diodorus said.
‘Both routes have risk,’ Kineas said. ‘Alexander will have outposts on the Polytimeros. The closer we go to Marakanda, the more dangerous it will be. But if we move like Sakje, we could be with Queen Zarina and the Massagetae in a fortnight.’
‘If Alexander catches us in the valley of the Polytimeros, we’ll be in a lot of trouble.’
‘We scout carefully and move fast.’ Kineas looked around. ‘We’ve left it late, friends. If we are agreed that we’re going to Zarina - that we’ll help her stop Alexander this summer - then we must go
now
and we must go
fast.

People were nodding.
Kineas continued. ‘I have one more argument to make. There’s no point in riding to the Jaxartes only to arrive on blown horses who need a month on the grass to fight. The desert is certain - we will take losses. The Polytimeros requires that Athena - and Tyche - smile on us.’
Lot rose to his feet. ‘You are persuasive,’ he said. ‘And I will follow you in battle. But in this thing, I must go my own way. The desert is the surest way. Beasts will die, but unless we’re unlucky, no man or woman will die. The Sauromatae will cross the desert.’
Srayanka rose in turn. ‘The Sakje will ride the Polytimeros, if the Olbians will go that way.’
Diodorus looked at Kineas. ‘Do I actually get a vote?’
Kineas nodded.
Diodorus scratched at his beard. ‘If we have to fight, I’d rather fight in the condition we’re in right now. I’m with Kineas. I think we can brush the Macedonian outposts aside and move three hundred stades a day. Unless they have a force prepared, we’ll be past their outposts before they can catch us.’
Kineas looked around. He saw no outrage, and sensed that enough had been said. ‘Then let us divide those who will go to Zarina from those who will go to the winter grass. Say your farewells. Because I mean us to ride the day after tomorrow.’
To Diodorus and Philokles, Kineas made another argument, ladling mutton stew at the mess fire later that night. ‘We’re going to the muster of the Scythians,’ Kineas said. ‘Our Greek cavalry will be out of place, and in action they might be mistaken for foes.’
Nihmu, not a member of their mess and not an invited guest, plopped down with her riding blanket, smelling of honeysuckle and horse sweat, and neatly intercepted the bowl of stew. ‘Thanks, Strategos,’ she said. ‘I dreamed you were to cook, and so I came.’
Kineas glared at her and the other men laughed.
Philokles laughed with the others, mopping the bottom of his wooden bowl with flatbread. After he laughed, he looked thoughtful, his blond beard seeming alive in the firelight. Nihmu put her back against his while she ate.
Diodorus shook his head. ‘They don’t look like the boys who rode out of Olbia, Kineas. Look at them on parade in the morning. You’re not the only man in Sakje armour. We have Greek helmets - so do most of the Sakje. Eh? Hard to find a man who doesn’t have a grass wife to sew for him - leather tunics on most, and some in barbarian leggings.’
‘They still look Greek to me,’ Philokles said. He raised his bowl to Kineas. ‘Good mutton,’ he said.
‘On his grave stele, we can put “Kineas - Strategos and Cook”.’ Diodorus laughed.
‘Even the Keltoi?’ Kineas asked, trying to get back to the subject at hand. He’d meant it as a joke, but it made the other two thoughtful.
‘No,’ Philokles said. ‘No, the Keltoi don’t look Greek. It is a way of sitting - or perhaps it is the tattoos.’
Diodorus gave a wry smile and held out his bowl for more. ‘I long to see your Carlus recline at a symposium. Hah! He’d break the couch!’
Kineas smiled. ‘I suggest we send the Olbians back to Hyrkania under Eumenes, with orders to take command from Lycurgus and Heron. Or,’ and here he found that his voice faltered, ‘or under one of you.’
Diodorus narrowed his eyes, making him look even more like a fox than usual. ‘This is your revenge for all my carping? No. I won’t miss the battle.’
Kineas shook his head. ‘There may not
be
a battle.’
Philokles shook his head in turn. ‘Where you go, I go, if only to keep you from your wife’s foolish superstitions.’ He strained to see Nihmu. ‘And yours.’
‘Eumenes?’ Kineas looked at them.
‘He’ll obey,’ Diodorus said.
‘It will depend on what course Urvara takes,’ Philokles said. ‘He loves her.’
Kineas realized that, as usual, Philokles was awake to signs that he, Kineas, should have noted. ‘Of course,’ he said. ‘And that’s why he and Leon are friends now.’ He laughed.
Diodorus rubbed his beard. ‘I suspect the barbarian lottery is less fair than it appears,’ he said. ‘Shall I fix it?’
Kineas nodded. ‘Excellent idea, but let Srayanka do it.’
Diodorus nodded.
‘Let Srayanka do what?’ she asked, walking out of the darkness and into the firelight.
Kineas pointed at Philokles. ‘He says Eumenes and Urvara are - together. ’
Srayanka pretended to inspect Philokles’ empty bowl by firelight. ‘Not too foul. May I have some of this mutton?’ She held out her bowl to her husband. Then she said, ‘They are not
together
- yet.’ She grinned.
Kineas handed her a full bowl from the bronze kettle at his feet. It was wearing out, the two cast gryphons that held the bucket’s bail needed new rivets, and if his cauldron needed a bronze smithy, then every cauldron in the army was in the same shape. One of thousands of things they needed.
His eyes met hers, and they shared something about food and cooking - quarter-smiles that agreed that there was nothing remarkable about a wife returning from setting night patrols to be fed by her husband, the general. ‘The children?’
‘Surprisingly asleep,’ Kineas said. ‘They were so quiet I had to look at them twice to be sure all was well.’
Srayanka walked away with her mutton, heading for the wagon. To see for herself.
‘So we’re settled?’ Kineas said. ‘We send some Olbians home as insurance for the Sakje. The Keltoi and the mercenaries and any volunteers from the former hoplites may stay under Diodorus and Andronicus. The men who stay get the pick of the horses and are to do their best to trade for barbarian armour.’
Philokles raised an eyebrow. ‘What of Temerix?’
Kineas winced. ‘Easy man to forget when he’s not in combat. I assume he’ll come with us to the east.’
Diodorus nodded. He pursed his lips and then said, ‘All of those Sindi can ride like centaurs. Let’s get them all decent horses - we have the stock. Not much use for psiloi out on the plains.’
Kineas ate his own mutton and drank an infusion of herbs in water rather than wine, which was in short supply. Philokles chewed bread and Diodorus looked at the stars, until Srayanka returned. Nihmu sang a little song to herself and then fell asleep, her head in Philokles’ lap.
‘They are fine,’ Srayanka said, returning.
‘We’d like to mount the Sindi on Sakje remounts,’ Kineas said.
Srayanka nodded. ‘How many? Two per man?’ she asked.
‘At least,’ Diodorus answered. Like all the Greek officers, Diodorus had become addicted to the Sakje system of having three or four remounts for every rider. It made the army virtually tireless.
‘Two hundred horses. I have as many,’ she said. ‘And more. I will ask certain Sakje to give a horse - many have been served by the dirt people, and this should be a reward.’
Diodorus nodded. ‘Thank you, Srayanka. They deserve it.’ He sat back. ‘Since - Niceas died - Temerix has not received the consideration due him. I’m trying to fill the gap.’
‘I’m embarrassed to be so reminded,’ Kineas said.
And the twins woke with one voice, and all conversation was at an end.
25

C
raterus is at the Forks of the Polytimeros,’ Coenus reported.
The sun was rising on a new day, and Kineas was already hot and sticky. He wore only his tunic, pulled on hastily when he heard that there was a scout coming in. Coenus was covered in dust, his usual foppishness ruined, his face a comic mask where runnels of sweat had carved lines across the coating of grey-brown grit.
He had insisted on leading a patrol because he was, he felt, ‘out of practice’.
Kineas sent Nicanor for all the leaders. ‘You saw him?’
‘In person.’ Coenus gave a dusty grin. ‘He’s not somebody you soon forget! A thousand cavalry - perhaps some mounted infantry as well. I didn’t stay to scout the whole column. Mosva had just come in with another Sauromatae girl to tell us that Spitamenes was moving north - they found his camp - and the next thing I knew my outriders were shooting arrows at his outriders. He came up in person while I was still trying to guess their numbers.’
Kineas rubbed his beard. ‘He’ll block our way.’
Diodorus came running up with Philokles and Eumenes close behind. ‘He’ll be in among our wagons in a day. What the hell is he doing here?’
Coenus shook his head. ‘He’s fast. But I’ll wager a daric to an owl that he’s after Spitamenes - trying to cut him off from the sea of grass.’
Diodorus started buckling his cuirass. ‘You are ready to command armies, Coenus. The problem is that he must have taken your scouts for Spitamenes’.’
Kineas found that Nicanor was bringing him his armour. He stuck his arms up while Nicanor lowered the linen and scale cuirass over his head. As soon as the shoulder flaps were fastened to the breastplate, he started drawing lines in the dust. ‘If you were Craterus, in pursuit of Spitamenes—’ he said.
‘I’d have wine,’ Coenus said, hefting an empty amphora. Nicanor brought him a towel and a clay bottle of water. Nicanor enjoyed serving Coenus because Coenus had the kind of standards that Nicanor liked to live up to - unlike Kineas, who didn’t feel the need to dress to Athenian fashion in the midst of the sea of grass. He wiped the dust from his face and started to towel his hair. ‘If I were Craterus, I’d break off and go home. If I hit resistance on the Oxus, I would think that Spitamenes was ahead of me.’
‘Or I’d press the pursuit, hoping to hurt his rearguard,’ Diodorus said. ‘Let’s face it, that’s more like Craterus. He’s a terrier - once he gets his jaws on something, he never lets go. When have you ever known him
not
to press a pursuit until his horse fell?’
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