Chapter 4
Crossroads
267 BC
Location: Babylon
Antiochos sat slouched on his throne in the assembly room. Another days meetings in the brilliant marble room had yet again bored him. Little bothersome things like piracy, bandits, and plague rumors had wasted his morning again for the second straight day. The real work began shortly when he and his military advisors from each of his military sub satrapies would discuss the developing battles on the two fronts of war the empire was waging. The military advisors were more receivers of information rather than advisors, they would gather the battle field reports and messages from the commanders in the field. These men were basically the nerds not cut out for front line service but still had powerful aristocratic bloodlines so they could not be allowed to just be thrown away in battle. The military meetings always happened once every five days and they were the most important to Antiochos. The large door at the end of the chamber swung open and the advisors filed in their armor glistening and their tunics spotless, all six of them slowly walked over to the nearest bench and sat together.
Antiochos looked into the faces of all of them and then looked towards the large rectangular hole in the roof that provided them ample sunlight. He could see the deep blue sky far above him and felt the hot humid Mesopotamian summer surround him, he sighed. “Gentle men it’s a beautiful day and im sure you want to enjoy it with your families so lets get started.” The commander of the military satrapy of northern Ariana may have the floor. A small, squat , and balled man named Parmenion hopped of the benched and waddled out into the center of the circular bottom floor of the assembly amphitheater. He cleared his throat and took out a role of parchment and began reading in his almost unbearable squeaky voice. “ the news I have from my satrapy my lord is good the Pahalava have ceased all offensive operations and have returned to the desert for now. On a more unfortunate note my lord I am sorry to inform you that the army of northern Ariana’s commander, General Achaios, passed away.”
Antiochos heart sunk and he hung his head. Sorrow overwhelmed him but he maintained his composer and raised his head. “How did this happen?” “He died in his sleep my lord, the army physician believes the cause of death is to be blamed upon old age” Parmenion squeaked. “Understood any further news commander Parmenion?”, “there is not my lord”. “We shall mourn the passing of a great leader and friend in our usual Makedonian custom following this meeting, but lets continue shall we?” Antiochos croaked, that had been difficult to say Achaios was his right arm in Ariana and in the eastern empire in general. “General Nessos will be promoted to general and given command of the army up there and his first order is to improve his cities defenses and increase border patrols, and have Achaios body moved to Babylon for burial.” Parmenion nodded his head and scribbled on his parchment furiously, he finished quickly and bowed before waddling back to his spot on the bench and sat down.
“Advisors of the military satrapies of southern and western Ariana now have the floor.” Both men stood, they were twins, both of them were tall black haired and scrawny and young maybe in their mid twenties. Korragos and Ariston were their names but Antiochos could never tell who was who. The man who Antiochos thought was Korragos strolled into the middle of the floor and spoke “ Me and my brother are pleased to inform our lord that our military satrapies are quiet and peaceful but well defended.” with a bow the young man turned and returned to his seat. “The usual news from those satrapies I pray to the gods it stays that way.” Antiochos muttered “ The advisor from Syria may now have the floor.”
A short yet well built blonde middle aged man that went my Philotas stood and walked out onto the floor with several scrolls of parchment, he unrolled one and began reading loudly “ After the successful capture of Tarsos by Arrhidaios and the army of Syria, the army marched back to Antiocheia to assist the garrison in defeating some minor Ptolomic forces. The army spent the better part of the of the summer organizing for an offensive against the city of Sidon. They besieged the town last fall and are currently there now.” Philotas paused as he fumbled with another piece of parchment before continuing. “ Arrhidaios also reports that he has redeployed the Phalangite garrison in Damascus to Antiocheia to help defend the their supply line and the city. We have also received a report from a local governor Syria that these Phalangites have with out orders , destroyed several mountain villages in the north eastern corner of the Ptolomic province of Phoenicia as they marched to Antiocheia.”
“Wait” Antiochos interrupted “What destroyed villages? Why were these men even in Ptolomic territory?”.
Philotas looked through the parchment reading furiously before speaking. “ According to the local governor some farmers near the border saw smoke on the horizon, they went to investigate and discovered a small village on fire. The governor also reports that he and a small detachment rode to the village to discover men women and children killed in a gruesome manner, he also writes that he toured several other villages and towns massacred in a similar manner. He goes on to claim that they have a survivor in custody that claims it was imperial troops that committed the atrocities. The governor is asking that we take action against the acting commander of that force. The governor nor I know why those men marched through there and I have no confirmation if they even did sir.”
Antiochos sat in deep thought, this was a disturbing development, the massacre could have been attributed to bandits. But if it imperial troops who committed the act he would have to take action. “They have a survivor who may not be a reliable source, this survivor is a citizen of the enemy, for all we know these massacres could be just a string of bandit attacks. Inform the governor that we will need to see more evidence, and to transfer his prisoner to Babylon along with any other he may find.” Philotas was writing on a clean piece of parchment furiously as Antiochos spoke. “As for Arrhidaios inform him that I am pleased with his current progress , taking Sidon will go a long way towards forcing the Ptolomies to sue for peace. If he does not receive any envoys from the Ptolomies with in a season of his capture of Sidon than he is to campaign in Judea immediately. That is all Philotas” Philotas still scribbling quickly nodded and walked back to the bench.
“The advisor from the military satrapy of Babylon may now have the floor.” A slender tall young man stood as Antiochos spoke. The slender young man had a beard and looked similar to Antiochos, that was fine by Antiochos because it was his son, Theodoros, his boy had been given this job to test his administrative skills. “There is no news from this satrapy father” the boy spoke as he took his seat.
Antiochos nodded and looked to his last advisor, Laomedon, a tall yet well built middle aged man with brown hair. “Laomedon the floor is yours” Antiochos yawned. Laomedon stood and walked to the center of the floor looked at his parchment and began reading “ There is very little to report my lord just occasional pirate attacks on our merchant vessels and some Galatian bandit problems near Ipsos , other wise all quiet in Anatolia” with a grin and a bow Laomedon returned to his seat.
Antiochos looked up through the rectangular hole out side, the sky was still a brilliant blue. Antiochos despite his being troubled by the passing of a good friend and potential atrocities against innocent people still wanted to enjoy the day. “ Gentlemen” Antiochos spoke “ you have done well, for those of you with orders for our field commanders get them deployed immediately and for those of you with out enjoy your day I will hold you no longer.” The six men stood and bowed before filing out of the room, leaving Antiochos sitting silently on his throne deeper in thought than before. He sighed and lifted himself from his throne, he stood a moment enjoying the silence surrounding him. He slowly walked over to the exit mulling over what he intended to do with his free time. Antiochos could go play his flute, eat a bit, go ride his horse, or stroll around the palace and be a arse to whomever he wished. And on top of all that he still had to decide which concubine to play with tonight. Antiochos smiled as he opened the door and spoke to him self “ why not do all of them?”. he chuckled to him self and walked off into the beautiful Mesopotamian Summer.
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