Sisiutil
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It is entirely possible that I was being sloppy. Or deliberately misleading. You'll just have to wait and find out.
Princes of the Universe, Part I
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He didn't say that she could have died, infact he could say that a trade went bad and they kiddnapped her or something...that could explain a war in the future and Hanno might even be another Lucius soldier story who joins the army to save Yukio?
Oh also another great update Sisiutil can't wait for the next one.
Oh also another great update Sisiutil can't wait for the next one.
BlueSoxSWJ
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It would tie in nicely with the needing an excuse to launch an intercontinental invasion, plus the whole "I am a citizen of Rome" thing ...
Finally discovered this series last night (thanks for no sleep, S
). Given how much he hates Monty in his ALCs, I'm surprised S didn't write a VERY detailed description of his death. 
As for feedback on the story itself, and some comments on things I noticed other people saying:
random thought - what happens if Rome conquers a foe, only for Caesar to lose the swordfight?
Might be something worth addressing somehow.The spelling/grammar/typo mistakes are there, but few and far between. I wouldn't really have noticed except you broke my pet peeve (it's when you're going for the possessive its. Didn't you teach this stuff? jk
. Besides, this isn't a literature board...).I know I'm setting myself up here to be hated on by everyone else, but I really didn't like the ending of the Lucius parts. Everything just worked out too neatly for my taste. The reason I don't read James Patterson anymore is because, 9 times out of 10, the mystery ends with the main character winning a shootout/fight of some sort with the killer; the killer ends up dead; and everything gets neatly wrapped up. Just like real life, right?
Here's to hoping the Hanno series ends differently (even if I'm the only one not pulling for a happy ending)
biggamer132
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I have an idea how the story will turn out... maybe Hanno will work out a deal with the Greeks so the mission is successful, but he's then taken out by a Mongolian assassin, which starts a war with Rome.
Just an idea.
Just an idea.
Izipo
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Good, an update.
An intercontinental invasion from the bottom-up (Mongolia, Greece, England)... with galleons... Ooooh, it's gonna be Epic! (note the capital letter).
Can't wait...
An intercontinental invasion from the bottom-up (Mongolia, Greece, England)... with galleons... Ooooh, it's gonna be Epic! (note the capital letter).
Can't wait...
rabidveggie
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How long do you intend for the story to last? Gunpowder or all the way up to Industrial? Maybe seeing battleships shelling the coastline cities with marines seizing and securing the beach head for your armor and airplanes to land unharassed.
P.S. I don't expect an answer I was just curious.
P.S. I don't expect an answer I was just curious.
Sisiutil
All Leader Challenger
The story is based upon a single game, and I played the game all the way through the end, so the story will play out to the same end. Given the premise (immortals, only conquest victory enabled), it's logical that the story has to play out until there not only can be only one, but to where there is only one.
As for "Part I", that was me being uncertain at the start as to whether I would tell the tale in multiple threads or not. I'm now thinking I'll keep the whole story here in this one thread for simplicity. If there's a "Part II" it would be a different game, and I'm not sure I'm going to do this again!
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rabidveggie
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Lol I'd like to see that explanation, "They shoved spears strapped explosives into the cockpit and killed an elite tank crew. I didn't know how to inform the families of the victims that after ten years of service they were killed by a handful of men wearing armor and armed with spears."
Sisiutil
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Never underestimate the ingenuity and effectiveness of guerrilla fighters. I can't remember where I came across it so it may be apocryphal, but didn't some lowly rebels somewhere once take down an American military chopper by loading rocks into a grenade launcher?Don't forget the part when he has to come up with a plausible explanation for
kirbystarfan
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I know building suspense is good, but come on! Please update! Please?
Please?
Please?
I know building suspense is good, but come on! Please update! Please?
Please?
yeah what he said
Sisiutil
All Leader Challenger
Sorry for the delay. I participated in a yard sale this weekend--kept me kind of busy. I'll try to post the next chapter tonight.
biggamer132
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I saw your name as the last poster and I thought that the next entry might be in.
Can't wait until tonight.
Sisiutil
All Leader Challenger
Chapter Twelve: The Merchant
Part 3: Bearing Gifts for the Greeks
“How long do you think this will take?” Yukio asked.
“As long as it takes,” Hanno replied in that calm, reasonable, cheerful tone that often made her want to scream at him.
“Do you ever get upset?” she asked instead.
“The way Genghis Khan looked at you upset me,” he muttered.
Yukio shivered. “I’d rather you didn’t mention that again,” she said, and her husband tenderly put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed her close to him.
The Greek longbowmen guarding the border with Mongolia didn’t seem to know what to do with them, and the language barrier didn’t help. The lack of on-going contact between Greece and Rome meant that few people of either nation spoke the other’s language. So Hanno and his caravan were held up in a ramshackle inn at the border, waiting to see if they could cross it. They’d been waiting there for three days. They’d had to unpack every single camel, and there were dozens of the huge beasts, and open every box and crate for inspection—twice. And still they waited.
Hanno and Yukio walked out of the inn and proceeded to the Greek fort, really little more than a roadside hut housing a half-dozen guards. The caravan had caused the usually-bored guards no end of initial excitement, but now the novelty had worn off and the men had gone back to their dice game while they awaited word from Athens.
As the Roman couple approached the guard house, they noticed a horse trotting down the road that led to Athens. As the horse came closer, they could see a short, squat man sitting atop it. His face was covered by a full black beard with grey streaks, and a long, stained aquamarine robe covered his rotund body. He drew his horse up beside Hanno and Yukio, and as they watched, he dismounted and bowed to them in greeting.
“Hola!” he cried, and his face broke into a huge smile. “You Roman, yes?” he asked in broken Latin.
“Yes,” Hanno replied. “I am Hanno, of Rome.”
“Ah! Is wonderful!” the Greek responded, his smile broadening. “I Zorba. Welcome to Hellas, or Greece, you call it.”
Zorba suddenly stepped forward, threw his arms around Hanno in an affectionate bear-hug, and stood on tip-toe in order to kiss the surprised merchant on both cheeks. He then turned to Yukio and glanced at Hanno expectedly.
“Ah, this is my wife, Yukio…”
“Ah! Wife! Wonderful wonderful. Very pretty!” He said, and Yukio, giggling like a schoolgirl, received the same hug and kisses of greeting, though Zorba did not have to stand on his toes to reach the cheeks of the diminutive Japanese woman. He stepped back from her, eyeing her with admiration, but in a pleasant way that was utterly unlike the leer that Genghis Khan had subjected her to. “Very pretty!” Zorba said again, nodding. He turned to Hanno. “You lucky man! Me? Not lucky. My wife… AHAHAHAH!!” He exclaimed, his eyes widening and body trembling to indicate that his wife was a fearsome creature indeed.
Hanno and Yukio were both smiling broadly. They were warming to this effusive Greek quickly.
“Are you an official of Alexander’s court?” Hanno asked him.
Zorba frowned and shook his head. “Me? Me no official anything. I am… how you say… I buy, I sell…”
“You’re a merchant, like me?” Hanno said.
“Yes! Merchant! Yes yes yes! Merchant. Merchant merchant merchant…” Zorba exclaimed, delighted with his new Latin word. “You come with me. I talk guards, then we cross border. Go Athens. Alexander want to meet you!”
“Really?” Yukio asked. “Alexander sent you?”
“Oh yes, pretty lady!” Zorba said. “Alexander send me here, send me there, Alexander send poor Zorba everywhere.” And the short, rotund Greek mockingly wiped the sweat off of his supposedly-beleaguered brow, making Yukio giggle again.
“But you’re not a court official,” Hanno said.
Zorba smiled at him and winked. “Is no fun being official, no? Is more fun to be getting things you not supposed to get. Hard if you official. Easy if you not.”
“Lucrative as well,” Hanno said, smiling. Zorba frowned, clearly not understanding the word. Hanno raised one hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.
At this gesture, Zorba pointed, then smiled and laughed. He reached up and slapped Hanno’s shoulder. “Yes yes yes!” he declared. “You and me, we brothers!” Again, he threw his arms around Hanno and kissed each of the Roman’s cheeks. “Now you come, we talk to stupid guards, then we go.”
Still smiling, Hanno and Yukio followed their new Greek friend to the guard house.
***
“Welcome to Athens,” Alexander said, smiling, greeting Hanno and his wife with a broad smile and a warm handshake.
The immortal leader of Greece was a small man; Yukio found herself able to look directly into his eyes without tilting her head, an unusual experience for the diminutive Japanese woman. He was, nevertheless, powerfully built, with broad shoulders, a barrel-like chest, and strong legs, visible beneath his tunic, his dress very similar to a Roman’s, save for the lack of a toga. His thick, medium brown hair framed a handsome but hardened face; here, Hanno realized, was a man more comfortable on a training ground or battlefield than in a palace.
Yet a palace is where they found themselves, a handsome building of marble columns and floors. Alexander sat down behind a large oak desk, gesturing for the merchant and his wife to chairs on the opposite side.
“It is a rare delight for us to greet Romans here in our kingdom,” Alexander commented.
“In sincerely hope, your majesty, that our visit will signify a change to the historic estrangement of our two peoples,” Hanno said smoothly.
“Well,” Alexander said, “if Rome was to shift away from its unwise alliance with the English, that would be possible.”
“Unfortunately, your highness, I am not in a position to change or comment on diplomatic policy,” Hanno said. “I am merely a humble merchant, selling my wares where I can.”
Alexander laughed. “You may be humble, but as I understand it, what you carry is anything but! Wine, sugar, wool, furs… a most intriguing collection of goods.”
“I am glad you think so, your highness.”
Alexander waved his hand. “Please. I may be an immortal and the ruler of a great civilization, but in my heart, I am a simple soldier. My men call me Alexander. I insist you do the same.”
“If you insist… Alexander.”
The ruler of Greece smiled. “I do. And, also like a simple soldier, I do not like beating around the bush. You have goods to sell; you’re interested in my price. Ptolemy?” he said, looking over his shoulder at one of his chief advisors, an older man, stocky but still vital, obviously a former soldier himself.
“Our offer,” Ptolemy said, and handed Hanno a scroll.
The merchant unravelled it and glanced at the figure. One of his brows raised. It was the exact same amount that Genghis Khan had offered. Had they collaborated? Or was it purely a coincidence? In many ways, it didn’t matter.
“A handsome sum,” he said. “Once I have all the offers, it will definitely be considered.”
Alexander frowned. “What do you mean, ‘all the offers’?” he asked.
“I still have yet to visit your neighbour to the north.” Hanno replied.
Alexander suddenly looked as if he’d bitten into something sour. For a very tense moment, he glowered at Hanno, but the merchant held steadily beneath that withering gaze. Finally, Alexander smiled and laughed softly.
“Do you really think you’ll get a better deal from the wicked witch of the north?” he asked, an amused tone in his voice that sounded forced.
Hanno shrugged. “That is the deal I made with Caesar in exchange for the loan of Rome’s ships: seek the best price from all the potential customers on the continent.”
“Our border with England is closed because of recent hostilities,” Alexander said flatly.
“I understand,” Hanno responded. “However, my party is neither Greek nor English. Surely we could be allowed passage…?”
“That could be difficult,” Alexander said.
Hanno shrugged yet again and decided to call Alexander’s bluff. “Very well. I’ll just send to Ning-Hsia for the caravels…”
Alexander raised one hand. “I said difficult”, he interjected, “not impossible.”
“I am sure Rome will appreciate any assistance you can offer,” Hanno said as he watched the Greek leader’s jaw flexing. “In fact, Caesar may have anticipated this. In any case, he wanted me to offer you this gift from the Senate and the People of Rome.”
Hanno waved a beckoning hand above his shoulder. One of his assistants carried forward three large, leather-bound books which he placed upon Alexander’s desk. The Greek leader eyed the books curiously, then drew one towards him and opened it, reading the title in Latin.
“The Conquest of the Aztec Empire, by Gaius Julius Caesar,” he read aloud, then inhaled deeply. A quick glance at the other two volumes’ spines indicated that they dealt with the Japanese and Spanish campaigns. He flipped through several pages of prose and several maps. “I came, I saw, I conquered,” Alexander read, his voice barely more audible than a whisper. He was then silent for a very long time.
“Your majesty…?” Hanno prompted him.
“Hmmm?” Alexander said, raising his eyes from the book. “Ah, yes. I suppose you’ll want to head north to that accursed excuse for a civilization as soon as possible. Very well then. Zorba will escort you to the border. I hope you’ll keep our offer in mind.”
“Of course, your majesty.”
“And do thank Caesar for the books, when next you see him.”
“I shall,” Hanno said. He bowed as he rose to leave, his wife curtseying.
Once they had gone, every muscle in Alexander’s body tensed, and his face grew livid. He lifted the three heavy books and appeared ready to throw them across the room. Then he seemed to think better of it and dropped them to his desk. He turned and roared in anger and frustration.
“IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!” he yelled to the men around him. He slammed his fists down hard upon the top of his desk several times. “CAESAR SHOULD BE THE ONE JEALOUS OF ME!!” This was followed by several blasphemous oaths and more fist-slamming.
His lieutenants watched him, impassive, apparently used to these occasional outbursts of temper. They patiently waited for the storm to pass.
After several minutes, it seemed to do so. Alexander stood, his chest heaving, his hands flat on his desk as he leaned over it.
“Why?” he said quietly. “Why are we so afraid of them?”
His closest friend, a handsome young man named Hephaestion, stepped forward and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Two reasons, Alexander,” he said. “Galleons and Legions.”
Alexander nodded. He gestured towards the books.
“He’s rubbing my nose in it,” he said, his voice quavering. “He’s conquered his continent. He’ll be coming for ours.”
“When he does,” Hephaestion assured him, “we’ll be ready. You’ll be ready. Read his books, Alexander. Study him. It’s the only way you’ll be prepared to face him.” Hephaestion laughed and shook his head. “The fool. In sending you these accounts of his campaigns, he’s given you the very means you need to destroy him!”
Alexander shook his head sadly. “No, my friend. You do not understand. Men like Caesar and I… we measure ourselves against those who oppose us. He wants me to be ready for him. He believes that if he then defeats me, the glory will be all the greater.” Hephaestion’s eyes opened wide as he stared at his friend and leader in shock. Alexander turned and smiled at him. “But don’t worry, my friend. We have time. We’ll be ready. I will read his damn books. I will be ready for him. But first…”
Alexander was then silent and still for several moments.
“But first…?” Hephaestion prompted him.
“But first…” Alexander said thoughtfully, then paused. “But first, send a message to Mongolia. I wish to seek an audience with Khan…”
Part 3: Bearing Gifts for the Greeks
“How long do you think this will take?” Yukio asked.
“As long as it takes,” Hanno replied in that calm, reasonable, cheerful tone that often made her want to scream at him.
“Do you ever get upset?” she asked instead.
“The way Genghis Khan looked at you upset me,” he muttered.
Yukio shivered. “I’d rather you didn’t mention that again,” she said, and her husband tenderly put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed her close to him.
The Greek longbowmen guarding the border with Mongolia didn’t seem to know what to do with them, and the language barrier didn’t help. The lack of on-going contact between Greece and Rome meant that few people of either nation spoke the other’s language. So Hanno and his caravan were held up in a ramshackle inn at the border, waiting to see if they could cross it. They’d been waiting there for three days. They’d had to unpack every single camel, and there were dozens of the huge beasts, and open every box and crate for inspection—twice. And still they waited.
Hanno and Yukio walked out of the inn and proceeded to the Greek fort, really little more than a roadside hut housing a half-dozen guards. The caravan had caused the usually-bored guards no end of initial excitement, but now the novelty had worn off and the men had gone back to their dice game while they awaited word from Athens.
As the Roman couple approached the guard house, they noticed a horse trotting down the road that led to Athens. As the horse came closer, they could see a short, squat man sitting atop it. His face was covered by a full black beard with grey streaks, and a long, stained aquamarine robe covered his rotund body. He drew his horse up beside Hanno and Yukio, and as they watched, he dismounted and bowed to them in greeting.
“Hola!” he cried, and his face broke into a huge smile. “You Roman, yes?” he asked in broken Latin.
“Yes,” Hanno replied. “I am Hanno, of Rome.”
“Ah! Is wonderful!” the Greek responded, his smile broadening. “I Zorba. Welcome to Hellas, or Greece, you call it.”
Zorba suddenly stepped forward, threw his arms around Hanno in an affectionate bear-hug, and stood on tip-toe in order to kiss the surprised merchant on both cheeks. He then turned to Yukio and glanced at Hanno expectedly.
“Ah, this is my wife, Yukio…”
“Ah! Wife! Wonderful wonderful. Very pretty!” He said, and Yukio, giggling like a schoolgirl, received the same hug and kisses of greeting, though Zorba did not have to stand on his toes to reach the cheeks of the diminutive Japanese woman. He stepped back from her, eyeing her with admiration, but in a pleasant way that was utterly unlike the leer that Genghis Khan had subjected her to. “Very pretty!” Zorba said again, nodding. He turned to Hanno. “You lucky man! Me? Not lucky. My wife… AHAHAHAH!!” He exclaimed, his eyes widening and body trembling to indicate that his wife was a fearsome creature indeed.
Hanno and Yukio were both smiling broadly. They were warming to this effusive Greek quickly.
“Are you an official of Alexander’s court?” Hanno asked him.
Zorba frowned and shook his head. “Me? Me no official anything. I am… how you say… I buy, I sell…”
“You’re a merchant, like me?” Hanno said.
“Yes! Merchant! Yes yes yes! Merchant. Merchant merchant merchant…” Zorba exclaimed, delighted with his new Latin word. “You come with me. I talk guards, then we cross border. Go Athens. Alexander want to meet you!”
“Really?” Yukio asked. “Alexander sent you?”
“Oh yes, pretty lady!” Zorba said. “Alexander send me here, send me there, Alexander send poor Zorba everywhere.” And the short, rotund Greek mockingly wiped the sweat off of his supposedly-beleaguered brow, making Yukio giggle again.
“But you’re not a court official,” Hanno said.
Zorba smiled at him and winked. “Is no fun being official, no? Is more fun to be getting things you not supposed to get. Hard if you official. Easy if you not.”
“Lucrative as well,” Hanno said, smiling. Zorba frowned, clearly not understanding the word. Hanno raised one hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.
At this gesture, Zorba pointed, then smiled and laughed. He reached up and slapped Hanno’s shoulder. “Yes yes yes!” he declared. “You and me, we brothers!” Again, he threw his arms around Hanno and kissed each of the Roman’s cheeks. “Now you come, we talk to stupid guards, then we go.”
Still smiling, Hanno and Yukio followed their new Greek friend to the guard house.
***
“Welcome to Athens,” Alexander said, smiling, greeting Hanno and his wife with a broad smile and a warm handshake.
The immortal leader of Greece was a small man; Yukio found herself able to look directly into his eyes without tilting her head, an unusual experience for the diminutive Japanese woman. He was, nevertheless, powerfully built, with broad shoulders, a barrel-like chest, and strong legs, visible beneath his tunic, his dress very similar to a Roman’s, save for the lack of a toga. His thick, medium brown hair framed a handsome but hardened face; here, Hanno realized, was a man more comfortable on a training ground or battlefield than in a palace.
Yet a palace is where they found themselves, a handsome building of marble columns and floors. Alexander sat down behind a large oak desk, gesturing for the merchant and his wife to chairs on the opposite side.
“It is a rare delight for us to greet Romans here in our kingdom,” Alexander commented.
“In sincerely hope, your majesty, that our visit will signify a change to the historic estrangement of our two peoples,” Hanno said smoothly.
“Well,” Alexander said, “if Rome was to shift away from its unwise alliance with the English, that would be possible.”
“Unfortunately, your highness, I am not in a position to change or comment on diplomatic policy,” Hanno said. “I am merely a humble merchant, selling my wares where I can.”
Alexander laughed. “You may be humble, but as I understand it, what you carry is anything but! Wine, sugar, wool, furs… a most intriguing collection of goods.”
“I am glad you think so, your highness.”
Alexander waved his hand. “Please. I may be an immortal and the ruler of a great civilization, but in my heart, I am a simple soldier. My men call me Alexander. I insist you do the same.”
“If you insist… Alexander.”
The ruler of Greece smiled. “I do. And, also like a simple soldier, I do not like beating around the bush. You have goods to sell; you’re interested in my price. Ptolemy?” he said, looking over his shoulder at one of his chief advisors, an older man, stocky but still vital, obviously a former soldier himself.
“Our offer,” Ptolemy said, and handed Hanno a scroll.
The merchant unravelled it and glanced at the figure. One of his brows raised. It was the exact same amount that Genghis Khan had offered. Had they collaborated? Or was it purely a coincidence? In many ways, it didn’t matter.
“A handsome sum,” he said. “Once I have all the offers, it will definitely be considered.”
Alexander frowned. “What do you mean, ‘all the offers’?” he asked.
“I still have yet to visit your neighbour to the north.” Hanno replied.
Alexander suddenly looked as if he’d bitten into something sour. For a very tense moment, he glowered at Hanno, but the merchant held steadily beneath that withering gaze. Finally, Alexander smiled and laughed softly.
“Do you really think you’ll get a better deal from the wicked witch of the north?” he asked, an amused tone in his voice that sounded forced.
Hanno shrugged. “That is the deal I made with Caesar in exchange for the loan of Rome’s ships: seek the best price from all the potential customers on the continent.”
“Our border with England is closed because of recent hostilities,” Alexander said flatly.
“I understand,” Hanno responded. “However, my party is neither Greek nor English. Surely we could be allowed passage…?”
“That could be difficult,” Alexander said.
Hanno shrugged yet again and decided to call Alexander’s bluff. “Very well. I’ll just send to Ning-Hsia for the caravels…”
Alexander raised one hand. “I said difficult”, he interjected, “not impossible.”
“I am sure Rome will appreciate any assistance you can offer,” Hanno said as he watched the Greek leader’s jaw flexing. “In fact, Caesar may have anticipated this. In any case, he wanted me to offer you this gift from the Senate and the People of Rome.”
Hanno waved a beckoning hand above his shoulder. One of his assistants carried forward three large, leather-bound books which he placed upon Alexander’s desk. The Greek leader eyed the books curiously, then drew one towards him and opened it, reading the title in Latin.
“The Conquest of the Aztec Empire, by Gaius Julius Caesar,” he read aloud, then inhaled deeply. A quick glance at the other two volumes’ spines indicated that they dealt with the Japanese and Spanish campaigns. He flipped through several pages of prose and several maps. “I came, I saw, I conquered,” Alexander read, his voice barely more audible than a whisper. He was then silent for a very long time.
“Your majesty…?” Hanno prompted him.
“Hmmm?” Alexander said, raising his eyes from the book. “Ah, yes. I suppose you’ll want to head north to that accursed excuse for a civilization as soon as possible. Very well then. Zorba will escort you to the border. I hope you’ll keep our offer in mind.”
“Of course, your majesty.”
“And do thank Caesar for the books, when next you see him.”
“I shall,” Hanno said. He bowed as he rose to leave, his wife curtseying.
Once they had gone, every muscle in Alexander’s body tensed, and his face grew livid. He lifted the three heavy books and appeared ready to throw them across the room. Then he seemed to think better of it and dropped them to his desk. He turned and roared in anger and frustration.
“IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!” he yelled to the men around him. He slammed his fists down hard upon the top of his desk several times. “CAESAR SHOULD BE THE ONE JEALOUS OF ME!!” This was followed by several blasphemous oaths and more fist-slamming.
His lieutenants watched him, impassive, apparently used to these occasional outbursts of temper. They patiently waited for the storm to pass.
After several minutes, it seemed to do so. Alexander stood, his chest heaving, his hands flat on his desk as he leaned over it.
“Why?” he said quietly. “Why are we so afraid of them?”
His closest friend, a handsome young man named Hephaestion, stepped forward and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Two reasons, Alexander,” he said. “Galleons and Legions.”
Alexander nodded. He gestured towards the books.
“He’s rubbing my nose in it,” he said, his voice quavering. “He’s conquered his continent. He’ll be coming for ours.”
“When he does,” Hephaestion assured him, “we’ll be ready. You’ll be ready. Read his books, Alexander. Study him. It’s the only way you’ll be prepared to face him.” Hephaestion laughed and shook his head. “The fool. In sending you these accounts of his campaigns, he’s given you the very means you need to destroy him!”
Alexander shook his head sadly. “No, my friend. You do not understand. Men like Caesar and I… we measure ourselves against those who oppose us. He wants me to be ready for him. He believes that if he then defeats me, the glory will be all the greater.” Hephaestion’s eyes opened wide as he stared at his friend and leader in shock. Alexander turned and smiled at him. “But don’t worry, my friend. We have time. We’ll be ready. I will read his damn books. I will be ready for him. But first…”
Alexander was then silent and still for several moments.
“But first…?” Hephaestion prompted him.
“But first…” Alexander said thoughtfully, then paused. “But first, send a message to Mongolia. I wish to seek an audience with Khan…”
biggamer132
King
YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!
Now to read.
Edit: Oooooooohhhh, interesting ending. I wonder what will come of this...
Now to read.
Edit: Oooooooohhhh, interesting ending. I wonder what will come of this...
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