Gemmell, David – Lion of Macedon 01

‘Name it.’

‘You will not go to her until the third hour after midnight; you will not see her before then. At that appointed hour she will conceive your son – not a moment before, not a minute after. You will lie together in the third hour. If this is not done, there will be no marriage.’

Philip laughed. ‘You believe I will have a problem in that area?’

‘I hope not, Philip,’ she answered coldly. ‘Much depends

on it. This son will be greater than any warrior before him . . . but only if he is conceived in the third hour.’

‘As I said, I see no reason to fear failure.’

‘Then I will give you two. If you fail, all your dreams of greatness will come to nothing; the gods will desert you. And, secondly, you already have a son: Arrhidaeus. He is simple-minded, his limbs weak; your wife Phila died in giving birth to him. Apart from this one chance, Philip, all you will sire are daughters. What I offer you now is a chance – your only chance – to sire a perfect heir.’

‘How did you know of Arrhidaeus?’ whispered Philip.

‘I know all your secrets. I know the secrets of the world. Be prepared, King of Macedon. Olympias will await you.’

*

Aida watched the Macedonian turn and stalk from the room. As the door closed behind him she returned to her high-backed chair and sat, her thoughts uneasy, her emotions confused.

Philip was a powerful man, his personal magnetism compelling, yet something was wrong and Aida’s tension grew. So much depended on this union, so many plans laid over so many years.

Aida had been a child when her mother first told her of the Dream of the Dark Birth, and of the many failures which had followed. Only once in each fifty-year cycle did the harmony of the universe falter, giving rise to a unique moment of planetary confusion.

When the last alignment took place in Mesopotamia, Aida was fourteen. Her mother had bewitched the Great King and prepared an acolyte of exceptional beauty. The wedding night had proceeded as planned but the girl – her mind dazed by the drugs – had wandered from the balcony, falling to her death on the marble stone of the courtyard. Aida’s mother had been desolated, and for two months she refused to speak; then just when it seemed she would recover, she slashed her throat with a bronze knife.

Now the moment was here once more. There would be

no balcony for Olympias, no danger to the princess. Philip was a ram who would need no assistance to fulfil his … necessary . . . task.

So what could go wrong? Aida did not know. But she felt the icy touch of fear.

She closed her eyes and soared, her spirit rising high above the palace, moving over the green hills – seeking, ever seeking, without knowing what she sought.

The assassins sent from the city of Olynthus were dead, their boat destroyed in a sudden storm. Only one had reached the Samothracian shore, and his head had been crushed by a heavy rock wielded by two of Aida’s acolytes. There was no danger from assassins. Aida would know.

But she could not dismiss her fears. She trusted her Talents and her intuition. Although she could not walk the paths of the Past and Future, still Aida was powerful, reading the hearts and minds of men, anticipating events. The rulers of the city of Olynthus feared Philip. It was not difficult to second-guess their intentions, especially now that the King’s former favourite, Nicanor, entertained an Olynthian lover at his home in Pella.

The storm had been costly – two of Aida’s acolytes sacrificed, their hearts torn from their bodies. But it was worth more than even those to ensure that the Lord of Fire could be born in the flesh. Aida would sacrifice a nation for such a holy miracle.

Returning to her body, she opened her eyes.

Where is the peril?

Think, Aida! Use your mind! She had searched the island, the seventeen villages and four ports. Nothing. She thought of Tamis, almost wishing her alive so that she could focus her hatred once more.

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