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This is an adventure novel, set during the reign of Xerxes, Originally published in 1961, it was the third written, and earliest in chronological order, of five loosely-related historical novels. The others are: An Elephant for Aristotle (1958), in the reign of Alexander the Great, involving a trek across Asia with a rather large gift for the philosopher; The Bronze God of Rhodes (1960), in which the background is the struggle among Alexander's successors, with the construction of the Colossus of Rhodes only one of the incidents; The Arrows of Hercules (1965), a story of war and military inventions in the time of Plato; and, finally, The Golden Wind (1969), concerning sea-borne trade and exploration in Hellenistic times.
Dragon is probably closest in mood to de Camp's fantasy novels, while Bronze God and Arrows are closer to his science fiction, with their description of engineering problems, and personality clashes among researchers and engineers. Dragon also reflects de Camp's then-recent acquaintance with the Conan stories and other works of Robert E. Howard. Bessas, the huge Persian nobleman, is not only a close match for Conan in physique, but his mood swings, fixation on his mother, and tendency to toss of verses, seems a reflection of Howard himself. (Fortunately, his poems reflect de Camp's verbal dexterity and wit, not Howard's melancholy.)
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Myron, knowing his friend's strange moods, complied. His boot thudded home. Bessas straightened up, saying: "Now I feel better. But to whom belongs the lass?" He indicated Phyllis who, now decently clad, followed them.

"To me," said Kothar.

"Nay! We agreed that your winnings should belong to the expedition, and she is part of your winnings."

"Your slave begs to differ. The maiden was given to me as,a forfeit, that is to say as a gift to compensate me for the breaking off of the game. She is not exactly what I should have chosen—I am not a lustful man—but the general gave me no choice. In any case, she is a gift, not a winning."

They argued some more, until Bessas appealed to Myron. "Why should the beauty of this woman be wasted on Kothar, who cares for nought but his spirits and spells, when others in the group would enjoy her far more?"

Myron thought. "I can see arguments either way. Why not ask the young lady what she prefers?"

"Ask a slave?" snorted Bessas. "Well, go ahead. I care not what become of her, for my heart is elsewhere."

Myron explained the situation to Phyllis, who said: "It is bad enough to be a slave to one man, Master Myron, but to be the common property of several were little better than being sent to the mines."

When Myron had translated Phyllis' Greek, Kothar said: "Very well, as I- have no use for such property, I give her to you, Myron. To possess her would distract me from my quest for cosmic wisdom."

Bessas burst into a guffaw. Phyllis looked bewildered.

"Thank you," said Myron, "but now that I own her, what shall I do with her?"

"You ask?" said Bessas.

"No, seriously! If the journey southward prove as difficult as Puerma warned us, she is likely to perish. On the other hand, it goes against my grain to sell her to another Kushite, because these folk are not what one would call tenderhearted."

"By Ghu's bronzen bottom!" said Bessas, "you might as well pile a Pelion of folly on an Ossa of impulse and free her."

"Would you care to be free, my dear?" said Myron.

Phyllis burst into tears. "You m-mock me! After the pirates plucked me from the beach at Aineia, I would have given aught in my power to be freed whilst I still had some chance of regaining my home. But how could I ever return to Macedonia from here, hundreds of leagues from the Inner Sea? As I have no family or protector here, the first slaver who saw me could seize me. Or else I should starve. My only hope would be to become a public woman, or give myself as a concubine to some rich Kushite in hope that he would not use me too cruelly. Abandon me not in this savage country!"

"There, there, my dear girl," said Myron. "You shall remain with me as long as you like, though I warn you that the way ahead is hard and perilous." He put his arm around her, finding her as tall as he was.

As they walked towards their camp, Kothar said: "Whilst Captain Bessas was seeking to gamble away our substance and Master Myron was watching the mating time of the menagerie, I learnt some facts of interest."

"Speak!" said Bessas.

"I found an old Kushite officer who spoke Egyptian and was too rich in years to enjoy that mass rut. From him I learnt the state of affairs in Meroê.

"Two groups contest fiercely for power: one headed by General Puerma, the other by High Priest Osorkon. Now, Puerma is a man who loves the old. He worships the old Kushite gods: Apizemek, Anuqet, Tua, and the rest. To Amon-Ra he pays no heed. Also, he maintains the ancient custom of banquets of raw meat.

"Osorkon hates the old Kushite ways, deeming them unclean and barbarous. Fain would he make cultured Egyptians of the folk of Kush. He would subordinate all other gods to Amon-Ra, and he holds the eating of raw meat in particular horror. That is why tonight's feast was held outside the city instead of in Puerma's quarters in the palace."

"We Bactrians have had the same trouble with Persian rulers who follow the cult of Zoroaster," said Bessas. "Go on."

"You know the custom whereby the priests of Amon of Meroê, when a king ages or does badly, send him an embroidered napkin, called the Cloth of Death. When the king receives this grim gift, he calls in his guards and commands them to strangle him, and they do." . Bessas burst out: "By Anahita's womb, if any priest told me to slay myself, I'd hew his head from his shoulders ere his tongue had completed its clack!"

"No doubt you, not being a slave of custom as are most men, would do just that. But in all the centuries since Kashta founded the Kushite kingdom, no king has ever defied the priests' command. To be sure, only a few kings have ended their days thus, because most of them died in battle, or were murdered, or fell sick, or otherwise perished before the priests got around to them.

"Howsomever, here we have King Saas-herqa, a well-meaning wight of no great force or wisdom. He dotes on General Puerma, because Puerma is brave, loyal, and a splendid general. On the other hand, he fears to offend Osorkon, lest he receive the Cloth of Death. And Osorkon had been urging the king, more and more openly, to rid himself of Puerma, quickly and for good, so that the true religion shall prevail and the vile customs of raw-meat eating and promiscuous fornication shall be extirpated.

"Now Puerma, through his spies, knows about this. Being no more eager than the next man to be stabbed, poisoned, or otherwise disposed of, he casts about for the best course to follow. One possibility is to bribe the lesser priests, not all of whom are so fanatically pious as the holy Osorkon, to throw their weight against the high priest or even to slay him. Another is to raise the banner of revolt.

"Both of these courses, however, require wealth. As you have seen, Puerma is a gambling man, who has al-ways let gold slip out the bottom of his scrip as fast as he puts it in the top. That is why he has lately acquired a burning interest in the treasure of Takarta."

Bessas said: "Suppose we did fetch this treasure back. Would Puerma keep his bargain, or would he slay us to possess himself of the whole?"

"Who knows what secrets the heart of a man can hold? Men make promises according to their hopes and keep them according to their fears. But from all I can learn, the Kushites are an honest folk, and Puerma is deemed a man of integrity even amongst the Kushites."

Bessas pondered. "That may be, but I still would not trust him to the point of playing odds-and-evens with him in the dark. However, tomorrow we'll try again for information and guides to the River of Darkness. Me-thinks the word will have gone out that we be hindered no more."

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When they got back to the camp, Myron said: "O Bessas,—ah—I wonder—"

"Say no more, teacher. I shall move in with the boys."

In the tent that Bessas had vacated, Phyllis submitted, without resistance but without enthusiasm, to Myron's caresses.

"I know my duties, master," she said. "But, slave though I be, I am no wanton who pants with lust at the sight of every man. So take your pleasure and do not wait upon me."

Afterwards she told him her story. "I am the daughter "of Philippos, a small landowner of Aineia. Being of pure Corinthian descent, my family deems itself a cut above the folk of those parts."

"I wondered why you spoke pure Doric without the Macedonian accent," said Myron. "Go on."

"Three years ago, celebrating our local Mysteries, I went with other maidens of Aineia to the seashore near the town. Whilst we bathed, a crew of pirates rushed upon us from behind the rocks of a headland.

Some of us escaped, but one other girl and I were caught. They dragged us to where a forty-oared craft was beached. There a host of hairy pirates set upon us and raped us, one after the other, until we could scarcely move. Then they put to sea with us.

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