Flowers of Adonis Download ½ 105

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Flowers of Adonis Download ½ 105 ´ The 5th Century BC The Greek city states are engaged in perpetual war But one man towers above the chaos His name is Alkibiades He is at once a pirate statesman and seducer whose adventures rival those of Odysseus himselfCitizen of Athens friend of Socrates sailor warrior and inveterate lover Alkibiades flees persThe 5th Century BC The Greek city states are engaged in perpetual war But one man towers above the chaos His name is Alkibiades He is at once a pirate statesman and seducer whose adv. The greatest hero the worst traitor Alkibiades is an enigma He casts a glamour that comes clean down the centuries a dazzle of personal magnetism that makes it hard to see the man behind itSet in the death struggle between Athens and Sparta Alkibiades directs one Greek city against the other and calls on the Persians to settle a tieWith such a chameleon like character he cannot be described by only one view point This novel is written by many people each seeing the face that Alkibiades chooses to show We see him through the eyes of;The Citizen an Athenean who remains at Athens an every man with a lame legThe Seaman his pilot and most trusted friendThe Dead plotters who planned to overthrow a cityThe Trirarch a ship's captain with a unwelcome duty to performThe Wine Shopkeeper a small man on the sidelines of historyThe Soldier he nearly died due to Alkibiades treachery but still a supporterThe Priest another on the sidelines of historyThe ueen trapped in a loveless marriage to the Spartan King she loves AlkibiadesThe King a true Spartan who cannot love hates Athens and AlkibiadesThe Spartan an Ephor the power behind the Spartan KingThe Whore a flute girl who wins the love of AlkibiadesThe Rower an Athenian sailor and supporter The Citizen on watching Alkibiades lead his fleet into warAs he came opposite to where I stood he turned his head and just for a breath of time he looked full at meIt was not easy to be young and to watch young men march away to the war that was to gather so much glory I was still so near to being a boy that war seemed to me a fine and valiant thing and that passing glance made it no easier In that moment if I could have known what waited for our troops in Sicily I think that with Alkibiades’ blazing blue glance upon me I would still have asked nothing of life than to follow himThen he was past and the gold dust fell from my eyes; and I saw again the empty street between its long hedges of craning people and the bruise dark stains of the trampled Adonis flowers Men broke forward to follow him; some would run at his horse’s heels all the way to PiraeusThe younger of the two men beside me said ‘The Gods help him if ever he betrays us’And the old man said ‘And may they help both him and us if ever we betray him’ The Soldier on the fleet while waiting for Alibiades to boardCorylas laughed a little uneasily ‘I was just thinking — you know this is a subject for Aristophanes to put into a play Here’s the greatest fighting force Athens has ever sent overseas setting off with her blessing and — we are told — the blessing of the Gods under the command of a man with a blasphemy charge hanging over his head’I said ‘I wonder if he knows he’s sailing under death’s shadow’ I had not known I was going to say that I had not even thought it until the moment it was spoken The Seaman remembers becoming Alkibiades right hand manNo one less noble or less arrogant than Alkibiades would have been seen drinking with a fisher lad at a public wine booth; and no fisher lad with any sense of the fitness of things would have gone happily without thought of the honour done him to drink at a public wine booth with AlkibiadesI never thought of that until I went home and told my parents what had happened At first they did not believe me; and when they did my father who was of a hopeful disposition kept telling me that my fortune was made ‘He’ll be the making of you — the making of you boy’Until my mother who took a darker view of life some said as the result of having married my father said ‘Or the death of you if all I hear of that one be true’Well my father has proved right so far but there’s still time enough for my mother’s turn to come The Trirarch was sent to recall Alkibiades to his treason trial and his deathI didn’t much like my orders when the Council gave them to me They were the kind of orders that leave a foul taste in the mouth after one has carried them outI said ‘I am sent by the Council of Archons to invite you to return with me to Athens’ And my voice sounded wooden in my own ears The voice of a man who is no actor speaking lines learned by heart‘For what purpose’ Alkibiades asked politely‘To answer to the old charge of blasphemy’ I saidHe set down the beautiful wine cup in his hand ‘Am I under arrest’‘No no My orders are to reuest —’ I stumbled over the word as though I were a callow boy — ‘to persuade you with all respect and courtesy to returnNo ’‘And if with eual respect and courtesy I refuse’‘I think you would be wiser not to refuse’‘In fact your orders are to bring me back to Athens with as little disturbance as may be; but to bring me none the less’ The Wine Shopkeeper is a pawn on the chessboard of history‘I believe Alexandros the magistrate is still in the city though lying low with the rest of the Syracuse party You told me once that he bought his wine from you’‘Yes General still here though he keeps to the house as close as any virtuous great lady these days’Alkibiades dropped the purse on to the table beside the tablets ‘The message is for him’I looked at the purse It looked reasonably full and it had made a satisfying jingle as he tossed it down But still — ‘It won’t mean trouble’ I said‘Not for you not for Alexandros’ Alkibiades picked up the tablets and sat weighing them in his hand ‘Give him this from me; and bid him see that it reaches Messana — the Chief Archon — as uickly as possible’That rocked me back a bit and it was a moment before I could find enough tongue to speak‘What is it Demetrios’‘Your pardon Lord but — he being all for Syracuse and you being who you are won’t he be wondering a bit ’‘Demetrios of the Golden Lily’ says he ‘don’t tell me you have not heard why I am being summoned back to Athens Remind Alexandros that Athens has called me back to stand trial on an old trumped up blasphemy charge; and I think you’ll find he will not wonder any ’ The Soldier learning that Alkabiades is recalled to face his trialIt only needed one word from him One word and the whole Athenian force would have gone roaring up in revolt We waited all that night for it to come I hope Nikias and Lamachus spent a sleepless night; I know we did feeling the whole of Catana city and fleet alike working under us like yeast And we grew sullen and uneasy as the time of darkness passed and the one word did not come He went on board without once looking back laughing at something Nikomedes had said We might not have been there at all And the last we saw of him as the Icarus followed the Salamina to sea was a figure in a crocus purple cloak leaning casually against the after deck rail and watching the circling gulls about the masthead‘He’ll be back’ we said ‘he’s got some plan’ But we did not uite meet each other’s eyes and something of the heart was gone out of us The Priest meets a godThere have been strange things happen to me in the thirty years that I have served the Sanctuary of Poseidon here at ThuriiAll men who tend the Sanctuaries of the Great Ones alone and at night have known such things Strange comings of the spirit strange sights and shadows in the altar flame certainties that one has but to turn and look behind one and the Splendour and the Terror will be there Once when I turned so it was a ewe with her lamb at heel strayed in from someone’s flock But there was the one night — the one night when for a space I thought that the Blue Haired One himself had indeed come to meand on leaving the shrineThey would not return to me I was glad to see them go yet my house felt oddly desolate for their going as though something bright that had blazed up with their coming had burned out leaving a little grey ash over everything; even over my own heart The ueen of Sparta falls in love with AlkabiadesAmong all the faces of the crowd that beat upon me like a wave I saw one blue eyed under a lion coloured crest of hairAlkibiades the Athenian One saw him everywhere in the gymnasium about the city among the men setting out on the hunting trail coming up from bathing with his wet hair bright in the sun I had even felt a little sorry for him thinking what it would be to be cast out by Sparta and driven to help her enemies for the sake of revenge But indeed both his exile and his revenge seemed to sit so lightly on him that after a while I had ceased to feel sorryYet in that moment I saw him as though for the first time; as though a shadow had fallen from my eyes I saw the blazing blue of his eyes reaching out to pierce me and the laughter at the corner of his mouth; and my fallen hyacinth flower caught into the shoulder knot of his cloak The Spartan sides with AlkibiadesSomehow I got the Council summoned again before noon and somehow the thing was done I put Alkibiades’ own arguments to my fellows and after much discussion got the vote for the suadron to sail Getting Alkibiades back into his appointment was still difficult; I got to the stage of pointing out that a man’s private morals had nothing to do with his gifts as an admiral or a diplomat — which had little effect I also suggested that Sparta might be a healthier and peaceful place for uite a lot of us if our Athenian friend was out of it — which had rather I got both votes eventually and sent the order off to Chalcidius I had previously sent him private word to stand by and next morning the little fleet slipped out to sea; Alkibiades aboard the flagship and that red polled pilot of his with him I made the rather surprising discovery that I should find life less amusing if I were never to see Alkibiades againI never have The Whore faces dead from Alkibiades then loves him forever‘May we now turn ourselves to pleasure of another kind from your dancing girls’ He glanced round as he spoke And he saw me looking at him before I could look away; before I could guard my face And his eyes widened on me; they were full of cold blue light between the darkened lids; they held me so that I could not break free but must give him back look for look And he knew that I had heard and understood the main part of what had passedAnd then Alkibiades said ‘Give me the services of your flute girl to play me into sleep tonight for sleep is slower in coming to me these latter years than it was when the world was young’ From the Spartans after the naval battle of CyicusFrom Mindarus' Staff Triarch; to the Government of SpartaOur ships are lost; Mindarus is killed; our men are starving; we know not what to doWherever he went Alkibiades could persuade men to do his bidding and if not then he depended on his famous luckFrom alliances battles betrayals love and hate he shone like a star across the skies of Athens Sparta and Persia until his fallEnjoy

review ¹ PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB free Ó Rosemary Sutcliff

Use However his brilliant naval and diplomatic victories on their behalf do not save him from the conseuences of impregnating the Spartan ueen and once he takes up the outcast's mant. I read this when in my teens I remember thinking what a great story it tells The switching I found easy to keep up with so may be an individuals problem rather than a real issueSeverely recommend this book

Rosemary Sutcliff Ó 5 Free read

Flowers of AdonisEntures rival those of Odysseus himselfCitizen of Athens friend of Socrates sailor warrior and inveterate lover Alkibiades flees persecution in his native city to join the Spartan ca. One of her few books for adults I read a number of her children's books when I was young and I do wish she'd written Based on thorough research she applies such wonderful imagination that you feel you are immersed in and understand the period the cultures the people politics and motivations This is the story of Alcibiades something of a renegade Athenian and it makes me want to re read Thucydides 'The Peloponnesian Wars' in translation