Alkibiades, a tale of the Great Athenian WarBromby, Charles Hamilton
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Alkibiades, a tale of the Great Athenian War
Bromby, Charles Hamilton
Alcibiades -- Fiction; Greece -- History -- Peloponnesian War, 431-404 B.C. -- Fiction
The troops and sailors and all the people were looking out for him at
Samos. As the triremes came out to meet and welcome him on the bright
May day on which he reached the port, he could almost imagine that his
long exile was already ended. An assembly of Athenians was speedily
called together. Alkibiades stood up before them; but what could he say
to them? His usual clear, incisive sentences were broken by his
unconcealed emotion. He could not but be affected when standing once
more before his countrymen, after his long and weary wanderings. It was
a foretaste of another great assembly, in another place, to which he
knew he would be recalled some day, and in which he would be received
with even greater shouts and gratulations by the people.
He spoke to them at first a little of his wanderings and sufferings. But
this, he said, was not a time for speaking of the past. It was as active
men, prepared to meet with many difficulties and a dangerous future,
that he met them there that day. He spoke with courage and with the
certitude of final triumph. Whatever he could do to aid them with his
right arm, or his counsel, they might claim from him. Whatever influence
he had with Persia, through the Ionian satrap, he would use to its
utmost on their behalf. He told them of his great friendship with the
satrap, and how that potent Minister of the Persian king had promised to
assist them.
The story of what he had undergone through the unjust suspicions of his
countrymen, excited by the slanders of his enemies, moved all who heard
him. His self-reliance, his ability, cheered and encouraged them. His
assurance of Persian aid raised their hopes to the highest pitch of
expectation. They chose him with one voice commander of the Athenian
forces, with absolute power to deal with friends and foes.
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CHAPTER XX
‘Thassay so sharp, so hard the conquering.’
CHAUCER: _Par. of Foules_.
THERE was plenty of work to do at Samos all that summer—defences to be
made secure, old ships to be repaired and new ones built, military
exercises to be gone through day by day. There were constant alarms to
keep them on the alert. The Spartan fleet, which had been laid up for
the most part at Rhodes through the past winter, pending the arrival of
the long-promised armament from Persia, had been launched again, and
taken in state to Miletos, where it stood threatening those at Samos. A
Lakedaimonian general, they heard, had marched north towards the
Hellespont, and was engaged in stirring up the cities on the way which
were still faithful to the Athenian alliance. Abydos and Lampsakos had
already thrown off the yoke. Spartan emissaries were at Byzantion, and
in treaty with Pharnabazos, satrap of the Propontis, who, three years
ago, had made offers of alliance to Sparta.
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