the first time, 'let's get down to the thing.'
'You are mad,' Eumeles said. He stepped back. Satyrus's lip twitched.
'Goodbye, Eumeles,' Satyrus said softly.
'You are mad!' Eumeles said again, his voice rising.
Upazan shook his head. 'You are a fool, and I am sorry I have a fool for an ally. But I am strong.' He turned to Melitta. 'You will not find me easy. And if you come under my spear again, it is you who will feed the ravens.' He had shrewd eyes, and he was tall, strong and fearless. 'We could make peace. I killed Kineas with a fair arrow, not a back-stab at a parley.' He looked at Eumeles with contempt. Then he looked at Nikephoros and the Greek commander met his eye.
Melitta's voice did not waver. 'How many times must I say no?' she said.
Upazan drew himself up. 'So,' he said.
Nikephoros spoke for the first time. 'Then we'll fight.'
Eumeles gathered his dignity. 'Expect no mercy,' he said.
And that was the parley. Satyrus and Melitta arranged their armies in the order they had camped. Eumenes had the left, facing Nikephoros, with all the infantry, including the Macedonian marines. Satyrus was in the centre with Melitta and the best of the Sakje knights all formed together, and opposite them was Eumeles' banner, and the aristocracy of Pantecapaeum and all the Euxine cities he held save only Olbia, flanked by thousands of Upazan's warriors. But Upazan himself faced Urvara and Parshtaevalt and Ataelus on the right by the beach and the remnants of the fortified camp, now full of javelin-armed sailors who had enough spirit to annoy Upazan's horsemen as they attempted to move forward.
Both sides were tired, and neither side formed quickly. Nikephoros's men marched to the right and then back to the left, and the phalanx of Olbia shadowed them, moving east and west along the riverbank.
'Should we worry that our backs are to the river?' Melitta asked her brother.
'Yes,' he said. Then he shot her a grin. 'You scared the shit out of Eumeles.'
She nodded. 'I've been to some dark places.' She retied the sash at her waist for the thirtieth time. 'But I'm glad they taught me something useful.'
Satyrus nodded. 'Me, too.' He took her hand again, raised it and called to the men and women around them. 'If I fall,' he said, 'I name Melitta's son Kineas my heir.'
No one cheered, but people nodded. It was good to know that there was continuity. A man who saw him fall might keep fighting if he thought that Satyrus's death didn't mean defeat.
'We aren't making a speech?' Melitta asked.
'If they take any longer forming up, we'll be fighting tomorrow,' Satyrus said. He looked for Coenus, who was at his shoulder. None of his companions – Helios, Abraham, Neiron, Diokles – were horsemen. But Satyrus was fighting mounted in the middle of the aristocrats of Olbia because that was where the king had to be. Melitta had all of her guard to back them up, and Satyrus had Coenus.
Coenus pushed his big mare forward.
'Should I be making a speech?' Satyrus asked.
Coenus pointed across to where Upazan was trying to get his flank to refuse so that he wouldn't lose more men to the javelins and arrows coming from the sailors. Even as Satyrus watched, he saw the Cretan Idomeneus stand up on the pilings of the camp and shoot one of Upazan's knights out of his saddle at two hundred paces. The whole of the Sauromatae line moved.
Satyrus turned to Melitta. 'You, or me?'
Melitta touched Gryphon's side. 'Together. You talk. I'll wave.'
They rode the line from one end to the other. At the eastern end were the farmers – almost three thousand of them, facing Nikephoros's few peltasts and open fields beyond. They were eager. They began to cheer. Satyrus raised his sword and Melitta took off her helmet and shook out her hair so that it streamed behind her, and they rode.
After the farmers were the hoplites of Olbia and the taxeis of Draco's veterans. The Olbians cheered hard enough, and the Macedonians stood their ground – resigned to another day fighting for foreigners. Satyrus reined in to the front of Amyntas.
'Macedonians!' he said. 'If we triumph today, every one of you will be a farmer on the Euxine tomorrow!'
That got a cheer, and they were off again, crossing the centre. There, Satyrus waved. 'Do you remember my father?' he called to the Olbians, and they roared. 'Say Kineas!' and they roared it out, and he was away, Melitta at his heels, riding across the front of the Sakje. Satyrus reined up, but it was Melitta who spoke. She reared Gryphon and pointed at her brother.
'I promised Eumenes, and he is here. I promised Satyrus, and he is here. I promised one last battle, and it is here. Avenge my mother! Avenge my father! Avenge your own dead! Today!'
And they cheered – men and women who had been in action for seven days, but they cheered. Some of Ataelus's Sakje had fewer than twenty arrows in their quivers, but they cheered.
'He's got to come or he's done,' Satyrus said, pointing at Upazan's golden helmet. 'The sailors are hurting him. Either he charges or he rides away.' He put his heels to his horse and rode towards the camp, where Abraham was standing on the wall with Demostrate and Panther and Diokles. Satyrus reined in under the wall.
'Anything you can do,' he said. 'Just the archery is helping.'
Panther nodded. 'We'll do what we can,' he said.
Abraham had his armour on and a shield on his arm. 'I have two hundred marines,' he said. 'If I can, we'll come into their flank. Right now, we cover the archers.'
Satyrus snapped a salute and Melitta blew Abraham a kiss. He turned as red as blood over his beard, and men laughed at him.
And then they saw Upazan's line start forward.
'Back where we belong!' Melitta called, and they rode like the wind.
Satyrus got a new horse – his was already blown – but Gryphon was still as strong as an ox, and Melitta stayed with him. She had forty arrows. She loosened her akinakes in her scabbard and watched her brother check his weapons.
'Long time since I fought mounted,' he said.
And then Eumeles raised his arm a stade away, and the whole enemy line came forward.
Satyrus looked at the sky. 'Already late,' he said. He drew his sword – Kineas's sword – and just the sight of it caused men among the Olbians to shout.
'Nike!' he cried.
Eumenes' trumpeter sounded the call, and they went forward.
Satyrus went from the walk to the trot with the front line and let himself obey like a trooper. He saw Melitta's set face – she was aiming for Eumeles.
So was he.
He angled to cover her flank, and saw Scopasis, her guard commander, do the same on the other side.
Ten horse-lengths from the enemy, and they were a wave of riders, their mouths open, the horses as wild- looking as the men. Eumeles was a rank or more back, not in the front.
Both sides shot their arrows, but the Sakje bows were dry and strong, and the Sauromatae arrows reaped half the shades that the Sakje arrows took.
Satyrus felt a blow as an arrow hit his chest and all the breath went out of his body. He tried to get his arm up but something hit his head and he almost lost his seat. As his horse burst through the first line of enemy riders he was struggling to breathe but he managed to get his sword up and parry a cut from a man going by.
Coenus was there, and his arm moved as fast as a striking cat's paw. A Sauromatae knight went down, armour clattering even over the rage of battle, and that fast the air was full of dust.
Satyrus finally ripped some air into his lungs and the pain almost made him vomit, then he put his bridle hand to his gut, glanced down-
The arrow was point-deep in the muscle of his stomach. He pulled at it. The barbs ripped his flesh and the leather lining of his thorax – caught. Growing fear and pain powered his arm until he tore the head free and blood coursed out, but he could breathe and he was not dead.
He dropped the arrow. The fight was all around him. He put his knees to his mount, sawed the reins and caught a long cut from a Sauromatae knight. He pushed forward and cut the man from the saddle, the sword easily
