‘What do you advise, my friend?’
‘Your choices are limited,’ Parmenion told him. ‘There are Spartan garrisons all through Boeotia – north, south, east and west of Thebes. Until those garrisons are removed you have no chance to succeed. But you cannot remove them while Spartan armies are poised to invade. Not an easy problem to solve.’
Epaminondas sat up and rubbed his eyes. ‘We have allies in Thessaly, but they alone cannot give us victory. Worse, if we ally ourselves to any strong power we will merely be exchanging masters.’
‘Where are the strongest Spartan garrisons?’ asked Parmenion.
‘Orchomenus in the north, Tanagra to the west,
Aegosthena to the south. We have men in each of them, trying to inspire a rebellion, but – wisely – the rebels are waiting to see how we fare. We are caught like dogs chasing our tails. In order to win we need support from other cities, but these cities wait to see if we can win before joining us. We need a victory, Parmenion.’
‘No,’ said the Spartan. ‘That is not possible – yet. My advice to you is to avoid any pitched battle with Cleombro-tus. You would be crushed.’
‘We will be crushed anyway – should he march against us.’
Parmenion was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on a point high and to the right on the northern wall. Slowly he lifted his hand, rubbing at his jaw. Mothac grinned and Epaminondas waited expectantly.
‘It could be,’ said Parmenion at last, ‘that Cascus’ escape will work for us. If he has convinced the Spartans that the Theban people are ready to rise against us, then it is unlikely that Cleombrotus will attack the city; he will ravage the land around us, in the hope that a show of strength will cause a counter-revolt. Winter is almost here, and with it the rains. Most of the Spartan army will return home. It is then we will strike.’
‘And where should we attack? And with what force?’ queried Epaminondas.
‘Athens,’ answered Parmenion, with a broad smile. ‘And we will use the Spartan army.’
*
Day by day tension within the city mounted. Arguments broke out in public places as to the wisdom of expelling the Spartans. Fear was almost palpable, yet still the Spartan army remained at Megara, two days’ march to the southeast. News from the surrounding countryside was bleak. At the small city of Thespiae, north-east of Thebes, a group of rebels besieged the acropolis, where Spartan troops were garrisoned. The Spartans marched out among them, killing twenty-three men and routing the mob. At the cities of
Tanagra and Aegosthena troublemakers were rounded up and arrested, while in Plataea two suspected rebels were executed after a traitor told of their plotting.
Pelopidas marched from Thebes with a force of 400 men to aid the rebels at Tanagra. Hopes were high when the warriors marched ihrough the Proitian Gates but eight days later they were back, having been waylaid in the mountains by a Spartan force. Forty-one men were dead, twenty-six wounded. It was a bitter reverse and yet Pelopidas emerged from the debacle with credit, for when surrounded he had gathered his men to him and charged the Spartan ranks, breaking clear and killing four Spartans single-handedly. The Thebans had sought refuge in the mountains and the Spartans had let them go, not wishing to lose men in the narrow passes with daylight fading.
The Athenian mercenaries were sent to Erythrae, along with 200 Theban hoplites, to aid the rebels there, but no word was heard from them and fear grew among the Theban people. Epaminondas proved himself a capable public speaker, but the rebels missed the oratorical skills of Calepios who remained in Athens.
As winter moved inexorably on, and the rains began, news came from the south that Agisaleus had recovered from his fever.
And the Spartan army moved north.
*
Parmenion seemed unconcerned, and during the days sat reading Xenophon’s story of the march into Persia. As the shortest day of winter approached Mothac walked into the andron, removed his rain-drenched cloak and poured himself a goblet of watered wine.
‘It will all be over in days,’ said the servant sourly. ‘The mood in the streets is full of despair. When the Spartans come, the people will surrender without a fight.’