The Arrows of Hercules
- Автор: Де Камп Лайон Спрэг
- Язык: английский
- Жанр: Научная фантастика
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"Ara!" he exclaimed. "It makes my balls creep just to be walking along here, and me a big strong warrior. Are you sure, Evnos darling, that these monstrous houses will not topple over on us?"
"They haven't yet," said Evnos. "I thought you'd been in Punic cities before?"
"Indeed and I have, in Panormos and Solous; but in them places they don't stack houses one atop the other. One house at a time is enough for me."
It was midafternoon. The narrow streets swarmed with Motyans, some in long loose robes, some in plain tunics, and some in singlets and kilts. Nearly all wore dome-shaped, conical, or cylindrical caps. There were also far more women abroad than in a Greek city, strolling unattended, shopping and gossiping. Many wore fine fabrics and glittering jewels. A couple of men on a street corner were haggling over a bit of business, with expressive shrugs and movements of hands, noses, and eyebrows. Their guttural speech sounded like the purring of two large cats.
The porter stopped in front of an apartment house and set down his burdens. "Elazar's house," he said, jerking his head towards the front door and extending his palm.
Zopyros knocked. The door was opened by a stocky, long-robed man with a bushy, black, scented beard sweeping his chest and a small golden ring in his nose. On one thumb he wore the ornate ring of a steward. The man said in Punic:
"Wherein can I favor you, my masters?"
Zopyros said: "Is this the house of Elazar ben-Ahiram?"
"In sooth it is, good my lords, but the master is not here. He has taken his small son back to Carthage, to dwell with him in his house , there. I am his steward, Abarish ben-Hanno. What business would you have with him?"
"We are agents of the President of Syracuse, seeking to hire men of certain skills; and we deemed that Elazar could help us in this quest."
Abarish bowed low, until his beard almost touched the ground. "This house is honored! Natheless, I fear you must needs seek my master in his present domicile."
Zopyros and Evnos exchanged a long look. The latter said: "You see now, young fellow, we might better have gone to Carthage in the first place. All we have accomplished here is a delay while we hunt for other passage." To Abarish he said: "Pray, where shall we find a good inn?"
The Phoenician beetled his brows in thought. "Abdagon's is not bad—but hold!" He spoke to Zopyros. "Are you not, good my sir, a Hellene?"
"Yes," said Zopyros, "I am called Zopyros the Tarentine." He introduced his companions.
Abarish laid a finger beside his beringed nose and squinted with an expression of self-conscious craftiness. "I knew it from your speech, albeit you speak Punic well indeed. Know you aught of what the Greeks call philosophy?"
"My father gave me a good education. I studied under the great Philolaos." Zopyros frowned a little, since it did not seem to him that such matters were any of the steward's business.
Abarish's manner underwent a change. Hitherto he had been polite and helpful, but in a wary, impersonal way. Now he smiled all over, bowed, opened the front door wide, and made sweeping motions with his hands to indicate that the three should enter.
"Mot take all inns!" he said. "Here shall you stay until you depart hence for Carthage. The hospitality of the house of Elazar, poor though it be, is yours to command!"
Zopyros exchanged another glance with Evnos, who shrugged and said: "Why not?" They filed in, murmuring polite protests. Taking off his wide-brimmed hat, Zopyros stared about him. A slight shudder took him as he thought of Korinna as mistress of this house.
When he lived in Motya, Elazar occupied the entire ground floor of the house and rented out the upper three stories. The rooms of the ground-floor apartment were spacious, but there was no courtyard, such as one found in all single-family Mediterranean houses of the better class. The rooms were singularly bare; no doubt the master had taken the handsomer pieces to Carthage with him. Abarish introduced his wife and discoursed about his son, a naval cadet of whom he was very proud.
Said Evnos: "If you will kindly let me get settled, Master Abarish, ere dinnertime I'll hie me to the waterfront to seek passage to Carthage."
"And I," said Segovax, "will be looking in on the drink shops, to see if there is any news of the comrades I soldiered with when I was in Sicily aforetime."
"To hear is to obey! This way, esteemed sirs ..."
Thus Zopyros presently found himself seated in the main room of the apartment, drinking Byblian with the steward and answering Abarish's questions on philosophy.
"Not too loudly, I pray," said the Phoenician. "Else my wife may overhear and, perchance, repeat our discourse to the master. He is a devoted follower of the old gods and contemns philosophy as base pernicious atheism. Although my dear wife wishes me no ill—I hope— women have but little skill in curbing their tongues.
"Long have I yearned to learn more of this science of the mind, but never have the gods vouchsafed me the opportunity. Although Hellenes abound in Motya, all are of the trading class, and to them shines the glimmer of a drachma brighter than the sun of knowledge. Now proceed, I entreat you."
Zopyros talked. He told of Myron's theory that the earth was round, and the theory of Philolaos, that it traveled in a circle around the Central Fire of the universe. He told of the Four Elements of Empedokles, of the atoms of Demokritos, and of the evolutionary theories of Anaximandros, who asserted that all land animals had evolved from fishes. He told of the search for the basic principle of all things, which Thales had found in fluidity, Anaximenes in infinity, and Herakleitos in fire. It was a struggle to express philosophical thoughts in the Punic tongue, which contained but few abstract terms.
The catechism continued the next day. Zopyros explained the Pythagorean ethical doctrines: rigorous self-control, imperturbability, temperance, moderation, and justice. A good man should rise early, train his memory, and keep his passions under the control of his reason. He should do his duty and faithfully discharge his responsibilities. He should perform scientific experiments to extend the bounds of mankind's knowledge. He should be kind to animals. He should have nothing to do with blood sacrifices or with aggressive warfare. He should observe certain rules of eating, "... which," said Zopyros, "I fear I seldom do." He should altogether shun drunkenness, adultery, and pederasty. He should not even fornicate before he was nineteen, and thereafter only while he remained single, and no more often than he had to.
On the third day the travelers were supposed to embark, but an adverse wind kept their ship in harbor. And still there seemed no limit to the philosophical appetite of Abarish. The man was a real devotee. He said:
"It is as if I had lived in a dark room all my life, Master Zopyros, and you have suddenly opened a window to the outer world. I know that soon shall this window close again; but, ere it do, I would drink in all I can of this world beyond the bourn of our senses."
By now Zopyros had grown hoarse as well as restless. When he got tired of pacing the room, he suggested that he be given time to tour the city, of which he had so far seen but little.
"To hear is to obey," said Abarish. "But, good my lord, think me not forward if I do accompany you. For a strange Hellene to wander abroad were not always prudent."
"Why were it not?"
"Because rumors aver that your master Dionysios plots to attack us. Certes, these rumors are but chaff; for, with a true philosopher like Philistos as his chief adviser, how could Dionysios contemplate any such base act? Howsomever, the many are not men of intellect like us and so are easily fired to witless acts."
They walked about the town together, picking up Segovax at one of his drink shops. Zopyros saw no signs of hostility from the Motyans, who, busy with their business, ignored the foreigners. Zopyros could not decide whether Abarish's warning had been merely an excuse to keep him talking on philosophy, or whether Segovax's fierce appearance quenched any hostile thoughts in the breasts of the citizens. In any case, the walk was peaceful.