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    Palladium
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    Palladium

    By James MacTavish

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    The legendary myths of Ancient Greece and Arthurian Britain are brought together in the search for a prized relic of limitless power born from the love and grief of the goddess Pallas Athena herself. The descendants of the Sacred Band of Thebes - one hundred and fifty male lovers and the bravest of warriors - have sworn an oath to defend the relic and protect it from falling into the wrong hands...an honour shared by Six of the direct descendants of King Arthur's Round Table of Knights. Challenge comes from the Knights' own former brethren, the Six that believe in an alternative vision of control and order for the world. Both factions have been at war over the centuries...and now comes the opportunity for each to realise their destinies.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherClink Street Publishing
    Release dateApr 7, 2022
    ISBN9781914498947
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    James MacTavish

    James MacTavish brings his love of mythology and history together in gripping short stories that transport the reader from present day events to the antiquities of Ancient Greece and Arthurian legend. Having been inspired by several works focusing on what it is to be a gay man in the 21st Century - the journey of coming out, finding your place and living life to the full - MacTavish challenges the cultural stereotypes of this genre and instead presents his audience with ‘heroes’. Characters that can inspire and lead, not just be accepted. The imaginative stories are deeply researched with creative flair, focusing on the themes of loyalty, duty and the love of family.

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      Palladium - James MacTavish

      CONTENTS

      TITLE PAGE

      CHAPTER 1:The Battle of Chaeronea

      CHAPTER 2:Al-Khums, Libya

      CHAPTER 3:Boston, USA

      CHAPTER 4:Bath, England

      CHAPTER 5:London, England

      CHAPTER 6:North Atlantic

      CHAPTER 7:Boston, USA

      CHAPTER 8:Bath, England

      CHAPTER 9:Boston, USA

      CHAPTER 10:London, England

      CHAPTER 11:London, England

      CHAPTER 12:Boston, USA

      CHAPTER 13:Glastonbury, England

      CHAPTER 14:London, England

      CHAPTER 15:Tintagel, England

      CHAPTER 16:Bath, England

      CHAPTER 17:Tintagel, England

      CHAPTER 18:Tintagel, England

      CHAPTER 19:Tintagel, England

      CHAPTER 20:Bath, England

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      COPYRIGHT

      CHAPTER 1

      The Battle of Chaeronea

      338 BC

      ‘Upon whom now shall we bestow the title Lord of all Greece?’ came the solemn words of Chares, casting a steady but forlorn gaze across a sea of thirty thousand Macedonian spears. There was a time not so long ago when the aged Athenian general would have welcomed a horizon teeming with the banners of his rival northern kin as the hot-blooded thirst for war took hold like a venom, spurring even the most fragile of infantry to grasp the hilt and slash and stab in a frenzy, drunk on rage, adrenaline and passion.

      Lysicles tugged gently at the reins of his horse, contemplating his response. ‘Was there ever a chance? A challenge? A rebuke from Athens or Zeus himself against King Phillip?’ eventually came the rhetorical salvo, laced with both fear and anger. ‘The moment that obsequious snake Philippides paid homage to this Macedonian swine I felt the beating heart of Greek warriors. Decades of war, for some families three generations of men taking up arms to defend their lands from Greeks and Persians alike, let down by silk-clad, gluttonous bureaucrats, sitting in their palatial abodes, all too willing to kneel before those who will promise them a steady stream of wine!’

      Chares snapped from his despondency for a brief moment and pointed.

      ‘I hear Phillip has risked the life of his own 18-year-old son in this battle? There, on the left flank.’

      ‘Yes, Alexander. Quite the strategist some say. Destined for greatness, say others,’ Lysicles retorted.

      ‘Perhaps deservedly so – to engage the left-flank is to engage the formidable. Sons of Ares. The Lions of Leuctra.’ Chares continued with a glimmer of hope that maybe this torn battlefield might yet yield a trophy scalp.

      ‘Perhaps. I care not for Thebean blood or the so-called legends that flow within,’ came Lysicles’ crass reply. ‘Still … if given the choice …’

      Archelaus held his shield high, absorbing the blows of bronze blades crashing down upon it. His knees buckled at the second hit, sending him to the ground. ‘Where is he?’ Has he fallen?’ Knowing the third hit would undoubtedly break not only his shield but his spirit, the relief of meeting Charon on the shores of the River Styx began to seep into his veins. This calm was split by a flash of blue light glimpsed in the corner of his eye, quickly followed by the weak last cries of several Macedonian soldiers.

      The outstretched arm of Damon greeted Archelaus, hauling him to his feet. ‘What kept you?’ Archelaus softly mocked as they embraced.

      ‘I can’t watch you all the time …’ Damon managed to stutter out before slanting heavily to one side, clutching his side.

      ‘You’re injured.’ Archelaus fussed, placing his hand over Damon’s wound, trying to stop the blood now welling between his fingers.

      ‘Can you stand?’

      ‘Do I have a choice? Look at us. We’re overrun!’

      ‘How many of the Band are left?’

      ‘Hard to say. I saw Dwight and Egor both fall. Dinis and Dimitri fell back to the Well with whoever was left. A last stand.’

      Archelaus lifted and steadied Damon over his broad shoulders ‘Fall back. Band of Thebes, fall back.’ he bellowed with all he could muster. Damon winced as Archelaus twisted his body in a frantic series of swipes and thrusts from his sword, cutting down adversaries in their path of retreat. A careless deflection of an opposing blade split his weapon, but the broken tip was all that was needed to pierce the throat, setting off a quick spray of blood across both their faces.

      Breathing heavily on his neck, ‘You never were the best when it came to a blade.’ Damon wheezed, ‘… so clumsy!’

      Archelaus managed to crack a quick smile before refocusing. ‘Some cover please? Give me a chance to have you retreat in one piece.’

      Upon hearing Archelaus’ command, Damon gripped his companion’s upper arm tightly and raised his own fist in salute. A shimmering blue band circled his wrist just at the moment two Macedonians launched a direct frontal assault, both their spears in full charge, only to splinter within inches of Damon’s forearm. Their momentary perplexity was enough for Archelaus to summon a flash of blue flame and hurl it, melting both bodies.

      ‘We can’t keep on like this’ Damon confessed in a weakening tone.

      ‘We can! We’re not far from the Well … and support. I hope.’

      ‘Phillip will get what he came for. We have failed. The Band has …’

      Damon’s apparent capitulation was interrupted by the chant of the famed Theban war cry. ‘We are the Lions. We are the Lions.’ A rallying shiver went down their spines, as they heard the voices of brothers in harmony echoing back to the great general Pelopidas and join with the shower of sparks of blue flame across the cindered sky, deep into the Macedonian phalanx, despite knowing its meaning and inevitable outcome.

      ‘We should get to the Well now!’ Archelaus commanded.

      ‘We can’t leave the Band!’ spat Damon, fingers fumbling wearily over his short scabbard. ‘We m-must … stand …!’ he muttered, panting.

      ‘Well. Now.’ snapped Archelaus.

      Their feet slid through the mud of the battlefield, the cries of their brothers slowly fading. A few isolated spears and abandoned shields bearing the double-headed dragon insignia of Cadmus protruding out of the ground entranced Damon as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Youthful memories were evoked, the stories of old – uttered around crackling campfires to aspiring young men and women of Thebes.

      ‘Cadmus is Father to us all’ dictated one scholar. ‘Slayer of the fabled Dragon of Ares sent as punishment for drinking from his sacred well’. The youngest in the audience would always give an audible gasp upon mention of the word Dragon. ‘An act that would have seen the unleashing of the full wrath of our God of War had it not been for our fair Maiden of Wisdom Athena and her cunning intervention.’ Gasps would turn to reverent smiles and nods of approval once the Daughter of Zeus made her appearance.

      Sow the Dragon’s teeth! She would say,’ continued the scholar, ‘Let the spirits of the Spartoi, undead warriors of fury, descend upon you and prove your valour to my brother.’ The teeth were sown deep into the earth, and from them sprang forth the armed animated corpses … putrefying facial flesh exposing full teeth and mandibles, bare-boned fingers rattling against rusted spears with a hiss of malice coming from behind dented and scratched shields.

      ‘How can one man defeat such an army? An army of the undead?’ Cadmus would cry. This is when Athena meekly presented to him a jewel, a ruby of deepest crimson, and placed it firmly in our hero’s hand. Nothing more was said, and our Maiden disappeared back to the heights of Mount Olympus, leaving a fear-stricken Cadmus opposing the dreaded Spartoi.

      The jewel was heavy for such a small token, no power or magic visible as Cadmus attempted to control the shaking of his hand to inspect it. All that could be noticed was its incandescence, which caught the lifeless eyes of the Spartoi, even to the point where weapons were lowered, crumbling chest armour fully exposed, mesmerised. Resisting the temptation to plunge his own sword into the nearest vulnerable foe, Cadmus quickly calculated that little could kill what is already dead … save the dead themselves? Without hesitation, he threw the object of their apparent desire casually over his shoulder, an act swiftly followed by a collective howl of lust from Spartoi warriors. Rushing past him in blatant disregard, the live corpses threw themselves at the jewel, mindlessly scrabbling at first, then becoming more resentful of each other as greed took hold.

      ‘Limbs were severed. Spines crushed!’ theatrically gestured the scholar, his enthusiasm for such a grisly tale starting to unnerve some of the mothers and fathers in the audience. ‘All consumed by the most uncontrollable aspect of the human psyche – desire. Our Founder needed but watch, as his enemy ripped itself apart until none stood.’ Children’s eyes, wide with wonder, mused over the cautionary tale of their evening’s entertainment.

      ‘Did Cadmus get to keep the jewel then?’ called out a curious girl from the front row.

      ‘Ah yes, yes he did,’ the scholar responded, resuming his seat after regaling them with such drama. ‘But not before our Maiden of Wisdom returned with a gift far greater, one born from the love and the pain experienced by Athena herself …’

      ‘Was it a sword?’ cried a boy, eagerly interrupting. ‘No. A spear?’ shouted another, as smiles and laughs began to break from the adult members of the audience.

      ‘Neither,’ the scholar confirmed. ‘It was but a small statue, feminine in shape, no more than a hoplite’s foot high’.

      ‘A statue?’ mocked the same girl who had inquired about the fate of the jewel. ‘I would have kept the jewel!’ she proclaimed, triggering a playful rolling of eyes from her parents.

      ‘And such is the nature of us mortals,’ the scholar intoned heavily. ‘We see only the prize, not the beauty, and alas, poor Cadmus proved no different’.

      ‘But he was a hero. No Greek could ever match him in battle! He was like Perseus, Hercules, Bellafer…Bellapher….Ber….Ber…’ a boy tripped over his tongue trying to recall his trio of heroes.

      ‘Bellerophon,’ the scholar completed. ‘And you are quite right, young master. Cadmus was indeed a hero. He was strong, quick, skilled with both spear and shield, and had the honour of drinking from the Well of Ares, upon which our very State is founded. But … all heroes have their weaknesses, don’t they?’ came the rhetorical response. ‘For all the strength that came from this Well that runs deep beneath our feet, we mortals always crave for more’.

      Cadmus had created the envy of all of Greece in Thebes. Strength, wisdom and power through its people, enough to keep all its rivals in effective servitude. Cadmus, of course, could take his pick of

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