Honored by Man- Vol. 2 Middle

By Brady Quinlan Brown

Honored By Man is an historical novel about the Trojan War. Epic in its scope, it utilizes the Greek and Trojan characters from Homers Iliad and the Gods who pulled their strings. Throughout history fragments of this tale have formed the cornerstone of drama and literature. Each piece engrossing enough to stand alone, mortared together they become majestic.

Honored By Man utilizes all the known history, myth and poetry surrounding the Trojan War and tells the story from the Divine curses setting it in motion to the disgruntled homecomings of the few left alive. It is told from three vantagepoints: Greece, Troy, and Olympus. The cast of characters is an enormous gathering of heroes and heroines with the Gods larger than life. On the Greek side, Helen, with her sisters Timandra and Clytaemenstra, dominate the women; Achilles, Patrolcus, Odysseus, and Agamenmon lead the men. The Trojans are equally strong. The Queen Hecuba, her many daughters and Andromache are the main ladies while the suave Paris, noble Hector, smooth Deiphobus and steady Helenus are the leading men. The Gods play equally with the lives of everyone.

The novel begins in Sparta with all the Kings of Greece gathered to try for Helens hand. The future heroes on the Greek side are introduced as well as the heroines. The action quickens with Paris introduction and subsequent abduction of Helen.

With the scene switching back and forth from the Greek encampment to behind the Trojan fortress, ten long years of war follow culminating in the bloody sack of the city, and the few survivors heading homeward.

Everyone knows the story; few know its entirety. Honored By Man breaths life and depth into the illustrious characters of Homer and weaves the threads of myth, poetry and history into a tapestry savored by all readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 2, 2002
• ISBN: 9781477167953

Brady Quinlan Brown

From her suburban home, Brady Quinlan Brown became enamored with the culture of ancient Greece. Reading contemporary authors, ancient dramas, and the history written by the Greeks themselves, she discovered that Helen of Troy had another sister, Timandra. The young girl sprang instantly to life in Ms Brown’s head followed by the famous beauty herself. Over the course of ten years, the entire Homeric cast of characters appeared, revealing intimate detail and behind the scene glimpses of their famous tale. With the publishing of Honored By Man these seductive heroes endure forever.

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Copyright © 2001 by Brady Quinlan Brown.

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CONTENTS

BOOK IV

BOOK V

BOOK VI

BOOK VII

To Pausanias for handing me the torch;

to Paul for believing I could carry it.

BOOK IV

Tegea

Tyndareus stepped inside the hall looking distracted and as though he had many far more important things to attend rather than the matter at hand. He glanced at Timandra and took his throne. Your mother mentioned that you wished to speak with me.

Yes, I won’t go through with this upcoming wedding.

I am afraid that alternative lies with me.

Why must you do this?

What?

Force me into an unwanted bed.

To insure the safety of Sparta my dear. You are being used to keep the peace.

PEACE? What kind of peace did you get from Helen’s arranged marriage?

Timandra, Tyndareus’ eyebrows twitched. I’m old, my heirs were killed, my son-in-law and every other Spartan male is engaged in war on foreign soil while we sit here defenseless. I could not raise even a small army if attacked. Echemus is one of the few kings left in the country and having sent merely a token force to Troy, he could easily overpower us if he chose to do so. Rather than wait for him to take advantage of our weakness, I have made an alliance with him. You my daughter are the symbol of good faith between us. As long as Echemus is married to you, Sparta and Mycenae will be off limits to his army. AND, we could call on him to protect US from invaders.

You are sadistic.

Maybe from your view of it. But don’t fret so much, Echemus is wise, rich, personable and very distinguished looking. Things could have been a lot worse.

How? By distinguished you mean ancient. Is he as old as you are Father?

You will have to ask Echemus his exact age. He’ll be here the day after tomorrow, and you can save your breath, the accord has been finalized.

Surely Pylos is as important as Tegea. Antilochus would defend Sparta for you and I love him… we are going to marry …

Pylos is already our ally. Nestor has been a friend for years. And with Antilochus running the show we have nothing to fear from Pylians. I am sorry my dear, Antilochus must remain simply a friend, but he is an obedient boy and will accept this as you must too. He knows the ways of the world and in time YOU will see that I was right. Perhaps you may even grow to love Echemus instead.

Sounds like the speech Mother used on Helen in Menelaus’ behalf. A nerve had been touched and Tyndareus answered curtly.

You had better learn to control your tongue. This insolence may not be indulged in Tegea as it has been in Sparta. He dismissed her with an abrupt wave of the hand, and although she fumed inwardly, she was unable to come back at him. The King had decreed, and Timandra as citizen must obey. This knowledge brought the first hint of fear, up to this point Timandra had been confident of her strength to resist, and positive Tyndareus could be made to back down. She had thought gentle reminders of the outcome of Helen and Menelaus’ marriage would sway Tyndareus’ thinking in her favor, but he appeared to have learned nothing from that mistake, and had no intention of backing down.

Timandra wished Antilochus would hurry and wondered dimly if her father had arranged the betrothal to precede his visit. She had thought Antilochus’ coming had been a secret since only Hermione had been present for the message from the Pylian herald, and there would have been no reason for her to speak of it. Hermione knew Timandra’s plan to wed Antilochus without consent, and she had seemed to advocate it. Hermione was not eager to receive a stranger into their court, and Echemus was known to Leda alone.

Timandra was roused from brooding over her fate when the door to her chamber flew open and Antilochus scooped her up in his arms, kicking the door shut with a bang. Antilochus. He kissed her lips and tightened the grip on her body, rocking slowly back on his heels.

Rumor in Pylos is that you are engaged. Am I too late?

It’s not a rumor. She slipped out of his arms. Tyndareus went ahead with the pledge to Echemus that we’ve been dreading.

But you’re NOT going through with it?

I have no choice.

What about ME? I’m not a chioce? Am I to be discarded?

Of course not Antilochus. I want you more than ever.

Maybe you should explain Tim. I’m confused.

Don’t you see? Father wants to use another daughter for political gains, and I have no means to stop him. So, we will let this marriage be just that, a political union. Echemus will be my husband in name alone. You own my soul, and, she bolted her door with a heavy beam, my body. Take me now Antilochus before Echemus’ hands have spoiled what is rightfully yours. Standing in the bright sunshine, Timandra disrobed and held out her arms. The moment was almost too much for Antilochus and he hesitated. The naked girl smiled and led him to the bed, lying down before him. Antilochus sat beside her and gingerly touched the soft flesh of her stomach before pulling his own tunic out of the way and sinking his teeth into her neck. Their two bodies pressed together; their hands caressed timidly; their lips joined passionately, the motions slow and thrilling, as each sought to explore the depths of the other, and both wished to prolong this newly discovered pleasure. Timandra shrieked as her whole body was infused with a warm, racking sensation and Antilochus felt a tremendous release as he dove deep inside her. They moaned as their bodies grasped tightly, shuddering from the wondrous sentience before floating to ecstasy.

Neither one moved or spoke for a long time, not wanting to break in on this strange peace or to demean the moment with words. They drowsed lazily in a brotherly embrace as the morning passed by. Finally Antilochus murmured, I knew we’d start together Tim, but I never dreamed we’d learn it so fast.

It was amazing. NOW I understand why Menelaus went to Troy, or for that matter, Helen.

I can’t let Echemus …

I have no way out… no Troy for us … She jerked upright. It is going to be harder now that you’ve …

Did you think it’d be EASIER? Don’t go through with it. Her eyes held all the resignation that her body had lacked. Antilochus saw it and he knew. Love, you are mine. This is torture for me to say, but I do know you have to obey Tyndareus. We can never really be separated again and we can try to be together physically if ever possible … Antilochus couldn’t go on. He could feel tears on his chest as she snuggled back under the curve of his arm and the irregularity of her breathing against his side.

Antilochus spent the entire afternoon and evening in Timandra’s bed; she left it only once to direct a slave to tell the family that she was ill and could not appear at dinner. They experienced each other many times, interspersing the passionate clashes of their bodies with glum pronouncements on the dim future.

I can’t stand to think of Echemus holding you like this.

It wouldn’t be like this. I won’t respond to some old man.

He’ll take you anyway. That is part of his bargain. Unless… we could run away …

Where to? I shall have to fight him off.

You’re too small. I can find some place for us to go.

Impossible Antilochus. We were fools to ever think Father might give in. The wedding will take place.

Can you do it?

I guess, with the knowledge that you are my husband in everything but name.

That is a pretty crucial part. I want a legal wife.

Maybe someday. For awhile I must play by their rules.

You never have before.

We were children then Antilochus. He got out of bed and started dressing.

Well if that’s what you want, don’t expect ME to like it.

Where are you going?

It’s nearly dawn and Tyndareus might condemn me to death if I were caught violating the virgin bride. Besides, he smiled coldly, you have to get ready for your wedding.

I hate it too.

I didn’t mean to be cruel… it is hard. He bent over the bed and kissed her.

Don’t go.

I have to, but I’ll be in Sparta until you leave.

Thanks, I think. He crept from the bed chambers and down the colonnade, unaware that Hermione watched him from the shadows.

Leda had knocked loudly on Timandra’s door, but barged through before her daughter had formed a response. Hussy! I can’t believe that one of MY daughters could be so brazen and under my own roof …

What did you want Mother?

Don’t be impudent. You know why I’m here.

I have a guess.

I have been told that Antilochus was locked in here with you since yesterday, SICK? I’ll show you sick. There will be no pardon for such boldness. If this little stunt was some sorry effort to stop the wedding you can forget it. ANY compassion I might have felt for the two of you has been destroyed. How could you shame us like that?

Spare me the lecture. The shame of your daughter’s morals hasn’t fallen on you yet although our family wears it well. Notorious adultry: isn’t that what Aphrodite blessed us with? As for compassion, you haven’t a clue what that is. I was given to Echemus with YOUR blessing.

You are incorrigible and I shall not bother to try and reason with you any longer. The Queen tossed her head. The arrangement was amenable with both kings, so your little adventure with Antilochus comes too late. Now get out of bed and make yourself presentable. Echemus is due to arrive shortly; you could LOOK the virgin bride part at least. Leda slammed the door on her way out and Timandra laughed as she heard her berating the slaves about cold bath water in Tyndareus’ cauldron. Timandra felt no anxiety over Leda’s anger, her mother had done the worst already by siding with Tyndareus and being declared an unfit bride would have been a reprieve, but there was little hope for that.

Timandra dressed to match her mood, choosing a tunic of black clothe which resembled a priest’s garment with thick folds of material that hung down over her wrists. She wore no jewels and had a slave fix her hair severely in one thick braid. Leda groaned at the sight of her younger daughter’s entrance to the hall. TIM! THAT is how you wish to meet your future lord?

Why not? It seems quite appropriate to me.

Leda wheeled to face the speaker who lounged against a column watching the royal family. A victim, dressed for her sacrifice. Nice. The flustered Queen held out her hand to an aristocratic gentleman.

Echemus, we didn’t hear your arrival… I didn’t notice… how long have you been standing there?

Not long. Shall I go?

No, of course not. He kissed her outstretched hand and raised his head to greet Tyndareus. Both Timandra and Hermione stared rudely at Echemus’ slim, patrician figure. His very black hair had only a vestige of gray and his smooth tan skin was pulled tightly over prominent cheek bones. His dark eyes and thin mouth seemed to Timandra to be mocking the whole scene as he bowed low over her fingers.

This must be my bride. Echemus appraised Timandra with an air of ownership and his penetrating bright eyes made her feel undressed. I like your outfit my lady. Nice hips. She blushed but his attention had turned to Tyndareus.

My terms are agreeable?

Quite.

I am glad to have you as an ally.

I’ll bet. Echemus’ voice was cool and set him apart from the family. I shall be in Sparta three days, so plan your wedding accordingly. He nodded curtly to Leda and strode from the hall. It was Hermione who found her voice first.

If that’s OLD, I would have liked to have seen him as a youth.

He’s not so fat as I imagined.

I knew you’d be impressed Tim. Leda said still staring after Echemus, but her tone was far from triumphant.

They are going to be a good match, Tyndareus replied with dry satisfaction.

Although the Palace was bustling with activity and Leda was ordering everyone around in her usual pre-party frenzy, there was something of the spirit of the old days lacking. With the losses of Castor, Polydeuces and Helen, these occasions had ceased to have meaning for the participants. All knew and acted their parts but without the necessary spark which had been the core of celebrations in the past. Echemus had not been seen since his introduction to the court, and Leda had refused Antilochus admittance to the Palace until the actual wedding ceremony. Timandra had tried in vain to sneak outside and meet her lover, but was repeatedly told on by Hermione. Leda was implacable. Abandoning all subterfuge, Timandra strode straight for the courtyard on the morning of her wedding.

Mother, I am going to speak with Antilochus.

I forbid it.

I don’t answer to you anymore.

You do for a few more hours. What possible thing could your lover do to save you now?

Not a one. So you have no need to fear.

I’ll ‘fear’ until you’re out of my hair for good. The wedding isn’t that far off.

I promise to be there. We are just going to talk, and anyway Antilochus ALREADY has taken my virtue.

Oh go ahead, I won’t stop you. Timandra stalked through the courtyard and broke into a run at the gate, not looking back at her fuming mother.

Timandra was positive Antilochus would be in the olive grove and the short walk seemed endless. She stopped at the entrance and stared longingly at the figure leaning up against a thick, gnarled tree trunk. His arms were folded and he was waiting for her. He paused a moment staring, before he engulfed her in his arms.

They wouldn’t let me near you.

I know. I couldn’t get out either. Leda thinks we’ll try to run away.

Can we?

No. I have acquiesced, she spoke sadly. I will belong to Echemus soon… there is just the rite left.

Tim! Don’t do it.

I’m going to.

Hermione invited me. I don’t know if I can watch.

She is happy about this wedding.

Someone should be. Should I stay away?

Do what you want.

You won’t let me. He led her to sit on a grassy bank and pressed her fingers to his lips. I love you Tim.

I love you too Antilochus… I have missed you… think what it will be like.

Not now, after. Somehow Tim, his voice was devoid of emotion, we will keep this love alive.

We can try.

The couple neither talked nor embraced, drawing the needed strength and support from the close proximity of their bodies. Both knew simultaneously when Timandra’s time was up and they walked back to the Palace in silence. At the edge of the park Antilochus kissed her good-by tenderly. There was no remnant of the passion the pair had shared.

Timandra thought of that kiss as she faced the bridegroom across the crowded hall. Leda had done a fantastic job of decoration, the dreary spaces were strewn with colorful flowers, fine gold gleamed off every table, extra torches lit the shadows, and the presentation of the feast was as ornamental as the food was delicious. The opulent feel had been retained in Timandra’s wedding dress; Leda had embroidered an intricate gold border on priceless white clothe which hung in rich folds and moved like heavy liquid with her body’s curves. The Queen had placed a wreath of yellow roses on her daughter’s head. Hermione, the sole attendant, was exquisite and willowy in light blue.

The ceremony was cold and impersonal, the anguish on Antilochus’ face as he watched Echemus become Timandra’s husband being the one sentiment displayed. Echemus was terribly correct throughout the ritual, and afterwards moved easily among the guests, taking over the duties of host from a sullen Tyndareus. Leda was thrilled with the faultless manners of her new son-in-law, to the point of flirting outrageously with him. The ladies hung on Echemus’ every word and jostled each other in an effort to be closer to him. Exasperated by her husband’s bubbling enthusiasm and her mother’s reaction to such obvious flattery, Timandra sought privacy and Antilochus.

Your husband is charming. She studied his face but no wounds were visible and his words had sounded light.

He is over-playing the role a bit and I’m not sure why.

To make a good impression on the new in-laws most likely.

Doubt it. Echemus could care less. He frightened the lot of them when he stopped before, particularly Leda.

He’s not what I had expected… more dangerous I’m afraid.

Why? I thought he’d look older.

And less manly? That’s what I mean by dangerous. I didn’t want to think of him as handsome when I imagine you in his arms.

His looks can’t change how I feel about you Antilochus. I will … Hermione bustled rudely between them.

Echemus is looking for you Tim. He is ready to leave.

I find that hard to believe, he has been having such a good time.

WAS. But you came over here.

Hermione give me a break. I’ll be out of your hair by tonight so could you leave us alone now? The girl stood her ground. NO. Antilochus unhooked his cloak and threw it over Hermione’s head.

Stay if you must Hermione. He held Timandra tightly and kissed her fervently. THAT was for the time we’ll be apart. Hold on, I’ll think of a way to save you soon. I love you Tim.

I hope it’s not too long… good-by my love. She gazed sorrowfully into his eyes. Antilochus moved first and left the hall without a backward glance. Timandra stalked off in the direction of the crowd with Hermione trotting behind.

You shouldn’t have kissed him Tim.

Shut up Hermione. Timandra felt as if her life was ending and she had no patience for the raspy complaints of her little niece.

Amidst a flurry of good wishes and farewells, Echemus escorted Timandra to his magnificent chariot, pulled by a pair of perfectly matched bays. Her trunks had been loaded earlier, and his men stood at attention by the bridles of their teams which made up Echemus’ huge and ready caravan. He helped his bride into the lead car, shouted a command and mounted himself. Neither spoke as Sparta passed rapidly from view. With the exception of the marriage vows, Timandra and Echemus had not exchanged a word since their first meeting. He drove competently and as though alone; she felt fear begin to gnaw at the pit of her stomach and watched his regal profile out of the corner of her eyes so not to be caught staring. He immediately noticed and said gruffly, Do I scare you?

No. She looked away quickly.

You may stare at me if you wish.

I am sorry. It just feels odd being married to a stranger.

The practice is quite common I believe.

Not wholly successful though.

You speak of Helen.

Yes, among others.

Menelaus was a fool.

He meant well, but Helen was way too much for him.

I referred to his involving an entire country in a bloody war to avenge a personal affront.

Is that why you didn’t go?

Partly. I’m not that fond of Agamemnon either. PLUS, I doubt the lady will greet the brothers with open arms.

We are in agreement on Troy anyway. That’s something. Timandra was startled by the ease and candor with which they were conversing.

Your father hasn’t been too lucky with his daughters.

He brought THAT upon himself.

What do you mean?

Father neglected to sacrifice to Aphrodite on the day he married my mother, so the Goddess cursed their female progeny with notorious infidelities.

Thanks for telling me now, he snorted sarcastically. What a great thing to find out on my wedding night.

Sorry, the tale is common knowledge in …

Not in Tegea. Funny your parents forgetting to mention the family curse… afraid of losing the sale I suppose.

I don’t think it should matter. He frowned and his eyebrows slanted upwards.

And how is that?

Ours is not exactly a love match. I merely alluded to the fact that fidelity is not expected of slaves.

No, but it is of queens.

Queen? You bought me.

True, but the method of acquisition does not modify your status. Fact is, you are the new queen of Tegea.

I wasn’t being rude, she stifled a moan. I simply thought you took this marriage about as seriously as I did.

It is a mistake to assume ANYTHING when you deal with me.

I’ll remember that. Please don’t profess to having some affection for me.

Don’t worry.

Are you as old as Father?

Do I look it?

No.

You are very immature and I don’t particularly like you.

Good start.

I am however, keen to have you in my bed. Timandra blushed and turned away from Echemus, unable to come back with a reply. He drove on, puzzled by his own reaction to the bride. The indifference he had foreseen, but what confused him was this desire he had to explain himself to her. In the past he had simply taken what women he had wanted, used them and then discarded them when he no longer was amused. This one was not to be any different, yet he had been trying to think of ways to justify to himself in what was, essentially rape. He glanced at her in the fading light and found her earnest expression discomforting. We will camp in about an hour. Tegea is too far for us to make before nightfall.

Fine with me.

The chariots slowed to a trot enabling Echemus to spot an ideal campsite in the now dark. There are many springs in this area but it’s tricky to locate them at night. Are you tired?

No. Timandra had preferred to keep going. The unfamiliar road was lined with poplars which swayed eerily in the breeze, and she was not happy about sleeping anywhere with such a strange man. Eventually a suitable spring was found and the long line of horses and cars pulled to a stop. The space was soon filled with the noise and smells of camping. Echemus tethered his horses and left Timandra huddled next to the chariot. A squire brought some wood and built her a fire, leaving a pile of thick rugs for her bedding. She thanked him and wrapped a rug tightly around her body and sat by the fire to wait. She was unclear as to what was expected of her since Echemus had said nothing to her although his voice was audible amongst the men, thanking the Gods. Not for giving him me I’ll bet.

Are you hungry? Echemus was beside her and Timandra jumped, having dozed fitfully in his absence.

No.

Wine?

Yes please. He knelt down and handed her a full cup.

We are nearly in Tegea and should reach it by noon if we get an early start. Try to rest. He stood up.

Alone? She couldn’t keep the shock from her voice.

Don’t tell me you’ve been enchanted by my charms.

I haven’t been. I did think it was customary.

And so it is, but I’m not in the mood. Timandra leaned back against the chariot wheel and did not see Echemus until the morning.

Wake up. My men are anxious to be home. Timandra woke slowly, feeling angry and disoriented, but her bearings came slamming back with one peek at the sardonic eyes of the man standing over her. I’ll be right with you.

Drink this. He shoved a cup into her hand. The morning was cold and grey and the liquid felt wonderful in Timandra’s empty stomach. She pulled the rugs up to her chin and watched as he watered, cleaned and harnessed the bays. She was surprised he hadn’t had a groom to do it. They are fine horses.

I know. Timandra thought sadly how much Castor and Polydeuces would have admired Echemus’ team. I was sorry about your brothers. I liked them.

Thank you. Funny… you saying that now …

Not at all. Weren’t you thinking of them?

Yes.

The tears are for the twins?

Partly. She turned away to regain her composure and he finished loading the car. When she faced him again everything was ready, and he stood silently watching her. Sorry, didn’t mean to hold you up.

You didn’t.

Castor and Pollux would have complimented your bays.

They did, often.

They would have prevented Father from selling me.

Had they been alive, he wouldn’t have needed to. Echemus lifted her into the chariot and yelled at the men to begin the last leg of their journey.

Echemus drove fast and skillfully, not speaking or stopping until the gates of Tegea were in sight. What’s that? Timandra pointed to a stone monument.

Hylas’ tomb. She tried to get a closer look but Echemus brought the whip down across the horses’ backs and they shot through the opening.

Timandra liked the Palace at Tegea instantly, finding it luxurious while comfortable, packed with priceless beautiful pieces, each as flawlessly functional as it was lovely, and none that was superfluous. She was shown to a private chamber with giant walls covered by fine tapestries, and tasteful furnishings scattered among aesthetic statuary. Three slave girls had been designated to do nothing but see to Timandra’s needs, and they had already sewed piles of robes for her from the exotic fabrics Echemus had acquired on his many raids.

Timandra saw Echemus once a day at dinner across a long shiny table. She was relieved he had not come to her bed, but felt bored and lonely. The Palace is gorgeous Echemus, but I have to go outside or I’ll go crazy.

You are not a prisoner. Feel free to come and go as you wish. Meet me at the stables tomorrow morning, and I’ll give you some horses and show you the way around my kingdom. You have seen none of it, not even the Calydonian boar hide, that famous prize your brothers helped to win.

They spoke often of that hunt.

You’ll come?

I would like to very much.

Timandra met Echemus in the stable the next morning. Beside the King, standing docilely in the cross-ties, were a pair of tiny iron grays harnessed to a small delicate chariot. The intricate gilding on the custom car looked to be the work of a jeweler. This is for you.

I don’t need ponies Echemus.

I thought with your size it would be easier.

Don’t ever consider my size. I shall drive your bays and prove I am proficient.

Fine. He waved at a groom and the minute team was led from sight while the bays were quickly harnessed and brought out. Timandra mounted and took up the reins while he swung easily into place beside her. That way. We will do the items of note close to town today, and the countryside tomorrow. You could go a mite faster along this road. She nodded and increased her pace. The first stop was the Sanctuary of Aleon Athene where the huge Calydonian boar hide had been dedicated. He said a prayer at the alter before guiding her through the temple.

The twins didn’t exaggerate the boar’s size after all. She whispered as they passed outside again.

Not likely. Atalante was some woman. We shall go to the stadium next. It is made of piled earth. Go that way. Your brothers competed often in the Alean Games. We used to have stiff competition. Thanks to your brother-in-law, that is a thing of the past. At the water fountain over there Hercules violated Auge. Want the story?

I know it.

That shrine is Hermes’. She went to the alter and made a quiet prayer.

Are you scared of Hermes?

The exact opposite. She climbed back behind the rail.

Now over on that side is the Holy Wall, sacred to Athene. The legend is that she cut off some of Medusa’s hair, and buried it there to fortify Tegea, and the sanctuary was built on top. The priest only enters once a year. We will walk through the marketplace. That’s Aphrodite’s temple… over here we have the sanctuary to Eileithuia, and THERE is the alter to Perfect Zeus. Echemus pointed out the monuments to the city’s founders and the council area before they remounted and drove towards the plains outside the gates.

The terrain was hilly and a little rocky, but Timandra was able to open up the glossy bays into a full gallop and raced an imaginary opponent across the deserted spaces, These horses are fast! She laughed at the wind in her face. I thought they were too fat to move.

They move. Their roundness is solid muscle.

They do seem fit.

Fit? It was his turn to laugh. Pull up now so we don’t pass that sanctuary to Ares. The God slept with Aerope there. Echemus waited in the chariot while she inspected the shrine.

Echemus kept Timandra out the whole afternoon, showing her the major springs, rivers and general lay of the land. They both felt relaxed and happy. This has been a wonderful day Echemus, thanks. I hadn’t realized how much I needed a change.

I liked it too. Tomorrow we will view the country estate and you can see how rich I really am. By the way, you drive very well.

The twins saw to that. She chattered happily until they had reached the stable where he left her at the gate to go and bathe before dressing for dinner.

That night Echemus came to Timandra’s chamber. She was brushing her hair but put the brush down with a bang at the sight of him. I wondered when you’d come.

I wondered when you’d ask me.

Never.

Never is a long time.

What difference does that make? You didn’t wait for your invitation.

I too have become bored.

So you wish to try out your new slave?

I think of it as sleeping with my wife.

You would, but why deceive yourself. You are a man fond of facts and truth. I’ll not come to you voluntarily because in my eyes, sex is the payment for love. No matter what arrangement you made with Father, my LOVE was not for sale.

I am aware of your attachment to Nestor’s son and your anger at me for taking you from him. BUT pretty lady, you are here, he’s in Pylos, and I am about to make love to you. What a pity to forsake passion at such a young age. Was that one night good enough to hold you for a lifetime?

What do you know about that?

More than I should. Come here. Echemus’ voice had grown husky. Timandra walked close to him and removed her tunic. He gazed critically at her naked body for a long time. Afraid?

Should I be?

Your choice. He threw her on the bed and pressed his own body tightly against hers. His breath was labored as he caressed her entire form, slowly exploring every inch. He could not arouse Timandra and his ardor turned to fury. Damn you. He yanked her head back by the hair and set his teeth into her neck and breasts. She was still cold as he pushed her onto her stomach and entered roughly from behind. It hurt and Timandra bit her lips to keep from crying out. His level of excitement had reached the point where it made no difference what her responses were and he continued his rhythm, grasping for a climax. She felt a powerful surge and he moaned gutturally and relaxed on top of her, his passion was spent.

It wouldn’t have to be like THIS, Echemus whispered gruffly as he flopped to his side.

I do know that.

It doesn’t hurt if you let yourself go.

That is true of drowning too.

I’m not trying to kill you here. It doesn’t matter to me if you pick pain over pleasure, that’s your choice but don’t think I’ll be discouraged. You won’t be able to hold on to that animal inside you for ever. He moved as far from her as possible in the bed and fell asleep.

Timandra lay wide awake thinking of what Antilochus was doing at that moment. It was no longer possible to hate Echemus as she grew to know him but she was sure her love would always go to Antilochus. Life seemed to be doomed and Timandra drifted into an uneasy sleep.

They woke simultaneously. His eyes looked soft in the morning, she smiled at him and then recalled the night.

You felt guilt over Antilochus just then?

Why do you ask?

The way you looked just now, as if I’d caught you in an affair.

You did, sort of. Why is my face so open to you? I do feel guilty being with you.

Relax on that score. YOU weren’t with me at all. I could have gotten more action out of a corpse. No one got cheated on last night.

Sorry you were disappointed. Speak to Father, perhaps he might swap me for Hermione. She’s got beauty.

Good idea. He chortled. A tiny bit of crankiness would not bother me. He kissed Timandra on the mouth. For what it’s worth, I found out about Nestor’s boy AFTER our vows were down.

Would you have married me if you’d known sooner?

No. I was seeking a wife, not complications.

Too bad you didn’t get to know Hermione earlier.

I did, we spoke a couple of times before the wedding. She chose to wait until after to mention it. Probably wants Antilochus for herself.

Hermione needs no motive.

I’ll leave you now. As I told you before, I am going to ride out to check on my country place today, you are welcome if you STILL want to come.

I’d like very much to see it Echemus, thank you.

About four months after Timandra’s wedding, Antilochus arrived in Tegea on the pretext of visiting some friends, but the Pylian herald was at Echemus’ Palace before the young Tegean host had concluded his welcome. Echemus had gone out hunting early in the morning, so Timandra found no obstacle to her accompanying the man back to his master.

Timandra was apprehensive that Antilochus’ friend would recognize her, but the son of Nestor walked out to meet the team of tiny grays alone and the friend was discreetly missing throughout the visit. Antilochus held Timandra in the courtyard with tears rolling down his brown cheeks and he could feel the answering emotion from her body. Let’s go inside.

Is that all right?

Yes. How are you?

Fine I guess. He pulled back and examined her closely.

No permanent damage?

None that shows. I could still go back to normal.

Has he hurt you?

Not physically if that’s what you mean. Echemus is very tolerant… he’s interesting… we talk a lot… but it is so hard at night when he … Timandra couldn’t bring herself to speak of Echemus’ nights with Antilochus.

Poor baby, you don’t have to tell me anything. I am sorry you have to go through this.

It seems like another lifetime when we …

It was one. You look different. The girl I grew up with has become a woman.

I hope it’s a change for the better.

Oh yes. The sadness made you older but more beautiful. Sort of serene and lovely and something else which is weird; you’re peaceful like you were before we lost Helen and the twins.

She knew this came from Echemus but answered, It is easier to live without Leda’s hassle over everything.

I asked MY mother if we could live in Pylos.

And?

She was horrified by the mere suggestion and appalled that I could still be thinking of you after such a marriage. She is terrified I might provoke Echemus before Nestor returns from the war.

Not surprising. Probably the same all over Greece. None of the queens will want us. We shall have to go far away.

I guess so. It was silly to have even asked Mother. BUT, I will come up with something else.

Where is the owner of this place? Is he friendly with Echemus?

He has gone for the day. I told him about us and he is a subject of Echemus but not friends. Would there be trouble if Echemus hears we are together?

Who knows? It is very odd. Echemus knows every detail about me, my past, what I’m thinking, how I feel, even to the point of predicting what I’m going to do, correctly too. On the other hand , I know little or nothing of him. I can’t tell if he wants me, hates me, is jealous of you, or even how he feels about our marriage. Some days it’s like a joke to him, then another time he’ll act as though we’d experienced some sacred rite.

Wouldn’t you know if Echemus didn’t care for you at all?

Nope. He loves to play games with people’s minds and has yet to show one true feeling. It is pointless to worry over him. He will know we were together, what we said and did and how we reacted to each other. All from one glance at my face. SO, it is a waste of precious time to discuss him.

I don’t want you to be hurt because of me.

There is nothing he could do to me now Antilochus, he’s done his worst.

Every night I think of …

I said we won’t speak of Echemus anymore.

Fine. Come to me. Antilochus sounded hoarse and urgent and his heart thumped wildly as she fell against his chest. He found her lips, open and ready for him.

The sun was setting while Timandra drove back to Echemus’ Palace, but she dawdled putting away the grays, taking much longer than the task required, trying to get a hold on the happiness being with Antilochus had produced. Dreading the upcoming interview Timandra took the back path to the Palace, coming through the park instead of up the lane. Echemus, wine cup in hand, called to her from the garden. Did you have a pleasant day? His voice was a mockery of courtesy.

Yes, lovely thank you. She tried to slide past him.

Where are you going?

Inside, to change for dinner.

No, sit.

If you’d like.

Tell me what you’ve been doing. I haven’t seen you all day. Echemus spoke with a definite edge and stared cooly into Timandra’s eyes; she was silent. Well?

I want a drink. He clapped and in an instant a slave appeared carrying a wine bowl and cups. Timandra downed two and said dully, Why bother with this Echemus? It is clear you know exactly what I did today.

I do, but I wish you to say it.

I slept with Antilochus. Excuse me, I am going to change. She fled the garden. Echemus made no move to retain her and sat motionless atop a wall, staring into his empty cup.

Timandra did not come out for dinner and Echemus had only wine. His own pain angered and confused him, he had thought of himself as detached from the situation, with the role of an observer. It was the pair of them that were to be hurt, not him. He was to be involved just when there was something to be gained; somehow he had lost the upper hand, and this was not a position he often enjoyed. Echemus got rockily to his feet and headed unevenly across the courtyard, determined to put things back on an even keel in Timandra’s bed. His wife was wide awake and said nothing while he fell over her roughly and greedily took back ownership of her body. Brutally, and without a vestige of love, Echemus defiled Timandra in every possible manner. She was rigid throughout; her sole response was a tiny sigh when his passion was finally spent.

Echemus was silent for so long that Timandra thought he must have passed out, but he was very conscious.