Heir of Troy: The Third Son Chapter 17: The King’s Son

Priam received him in the small room.

Not the throne room — the small room off the east corridor that Lysander had walked past a dozen tis without going in. A working room: tablets, maps scratched onto thin sheets of hide, a chair that was not ceremonial, a table with the remains of a morning al still on it. The room of a man who spent most of his ti actually governing rather than performing governance.

Ampelos was already there.

He stood to the left of the table with his leather case under his arm and the expression of a man who had been giving his report and had been told to wait.

Priam sat in the chair.

He was — Lysander had to adjust for the reality of the man against the idea he had been carrying. Older than he had looked in the audience hall at the feast, the formal occasion having done what formal occasions did: presented the managed version. In this room the managing was less evident. He was in his sixties, heavily built, with the specific kind of heaviness that had once been strength and still carried its ghost. White-haired, thick-bearded, with eyes that were the sa color as Hector’s and moved the sa way — the constant low-level assessnt, the attention that never quite turned off.

He looked at Lysander when he ca in.

He said: "Sit — down."

Lysander sat.

Priam looked at him for a mont.

He said: "You — went — to — Sparta — as — a — junior — mber — of — a — trade — delegation."

"Yes."

"You — ca — back — with — the — best — diplomatic — arrangent — Troy — has — made — in — twenty — years."

He said it without visible emotion — not praise, not criticism. The statent of a fact he was still deciding what to do with.

"Ampelos — built — most — of — it," Lysander said.

"Ampelos — tells — — differently."

"Ampelos — is — generous."

Priam said: "Ampelos — has — worked — for — — for — twelve — years. He — is — not — generous. He — is — the — least — generous — man — I — employ — with — credit — or — praise."

Lysander said nothing.

Priam looked at him.

"You — also — managed — Paris."

"Paris — managed — himself."

"Paris," Priam said, "has — never — managed — himself. Not — once — in — his — life. Soone — helped — him — do — it — this — ti."

He said it without apology — the frank assessnt of a father who knew his son clearly.

"I — was — there," Lysander said. "I — helped — where — I — could."

"Yes," Priam said. "You — were — there."

He looked at the table.

He said: "Why — did — you — ask — to — go."

"I — was — concerned — about — Paris — traveling — alone."

"Hector — told — — that. I — am — asking — why."

He was not asking the sa question twice. He was asking the real question — the one underneath the stated reason.

Why were you concerned. What did you know. What were you afraid of.

Lysander thought about how to answer.

He said: "Paris — is — my — brother. I — know — how — he — thinks. I — was — concerned — that — his — thinking — might — lead — him — sowhere — that — was — difficult — to — co — back — from."

"And — did — it."

"It — started — to. We — found — a — different — direction."

Priam looked at him.

He said: "The — clause — in — the — treaty. The — one — about — the — Spartan — queen."

"Yes."

"Ampelos — explained — it — to — . The — official — explanation."

"The — explanation — is — accurate."

"It — is — also — incomplete."

Lysander t his eyes.

"The — clause — does — several — things — at — once," he said carefully. "So — of — them — are — more — useful — to — discuss — publicly — than — others."

Priam was quiet.

He said: "You — are — telling — — that — the — clause — protects — Helen — of — Sparta — from — being — taken — by — a — Trojan — prince — by — making — her — a — formal — party — to — an — agreent — between — our — two — houses."

"Among — other — things. Yes."

"And — you — built — it — that — way — deliberately."

"Yes."

"Because — you — knew — Paris — was — planning — to — take — her."

"I — suspected — strongly. Yes."

Priam was still.

He said: "How — did — you — know."

"I — watch — and — I — listen. I — have — been — doing — it — since — the — fall."

"The — fall — from — the — training — horse."

"Yes."

Priam looked at him with the sa expression Hector had used on him twice now — the recalibration, the updating of a model that had been built on insufficient information.

He said: "You — were — not — a — notable — child."

"No."

"You — were — not — a — notable — boy."

"No."

"And — then — you — fell — and — got — up — and — were — soone — different."

"Sothing — changed," Lysander said. "I — cannot — explain — it — fully. But — yes. Sothing — changed."

Priam looked at the table.

He said: "I — have — many — sons."

He said it without context, as if completing a thought he had been having before Lysander arrived.

"Yes," Lysander said.

"Hector — is — the — finest — man — I — know. Not — just — the — finest — warrior. The — finest — man."

"I — know."

"Paris — is — a — problem — I — have — been — managing — since — he — was — old — enough — to — want — things."

He said it with the weariness of a man who had been saying a true thing in various forms for twenty years.

"The — others — are — what — they — are. Good — n — mostly. Useful — in — the — ways — they — are — useful."

He looked at Lysander.

"And — then — there — is — you."

"Yes."

"The — third — son. The — one — who — fell — and — got — up — different."

"Yes."

Priam said: "I — am — going — to — give — you — a — title. An — official — one. Not — a — large — title — not — yet. But — one — that — gives — you — standing — to — do — the — things — you — are — clearly — planning — to — do."

Lysander stared at him.

He had not expected this. Not yet — not this soon, not without more ti and more demonstrated results.

He said: "What — title."

"Overseer — of — palace — trade — and — supply."

Not a military title. Not a diplomatic one. An administrative one — the kind of title that gave its holder access to every aspect of the palace’s economic life. The stores, the records, the trade relationships, the supply chains.

Everything on his list.

He said: "That — is — a — large — title — for — a — third — son — of — sixteen."

"It — is — a — title — for — whoever — can — do — the — work," Priam said. "Are — you — telling — — you — cannot."

"No," Lysander said. "I — am — not — telling — you — that."

"Good."

He stood — slowly, the movent of a man whose joints rembered things his mind had moved past.

He said: "The — grain — stores. Doros — told — — this — morning."

"Yes."

"You — went — there — before — you — ca — here."

"Yes."

"Before — you — had — the — title."

"Before — I — knew — there — would — be — a — title."

Priam looked at him.

He said: "Why — did — you — go — to — Doros — and — not — directly — to — ."

"Because — Doros — could — handle — it — without — it — becoming — a — larger — problem — than — it — needed — to — be. And — because — he — deserved — the — opportunity — to — handle — it — himself."

"And — Telamon."

"Telamon — knew — for — two — months — and — called — it — not — his — concern. That — is — not — a — question — of — ability — it — is — a — question — of — attention. He — should — be — moved — to — sothing — where — his — lack — of — attention — costs — less."

Priam was quiet.

Then he said sothing that was almost — not quite, but almost — the beginning of a smile.

He said: "Moved — to — sothing — where — his — lack — of — attention — costs — less."

"Yes."

"Not — dismissed. Not — punished. Moved."

"He — is — not — malicious. He — is — wrong — for — the — role. Those — are — different — problems."

Priam looked at him for a long mont.

He said: "Go — and — find — Hector. He — has — been — waiting — to — talk — to — you — since — yesterday."

Lysander stood.

At the door Priam said: "Lysander."

He turned.

Priam said: "Your — mother — was — a — clever — woman. I — did — not — always — appreciate — that — as — I — should — have."

He said it to the table, not to Lysander.

Lysander said nothing.

He went out.

Hector was in the south courtyard.

Not training — sitting in the morning sun with a cup in his hand and the specific relaxation of a man who had finished his morning’s work and was giving himself a deliberate pause before the afternoon’s. He looked up when Lysander ca through the gate.

He said: "Priam."

"Yes."

"How — did — it — go."

Lysander sat beside him.

He said: "He — gave — — a — title."

Hector looked at him.

"What — title."

"Overseer — of — palace — trade — and — supply."

Hector was quiet for a mont.

He said: "That — is — not — a — small — title."

"No."

"He — does — not — give — titles — like — that — without — reason."

"I — know."

"He — tested — you."

"Yes."

"And — you — passed."

Lysander said: "I — answered — honestly. Whether — that — is — passing — depends — on — his — standards."

Hector looked at him with the slight recalibration.

He said: "He — does — not — give — anything — to — people — who — are — not — honest — with — him. He — can — manage — almost — anything — except — being — managed — by — soone — pretending — to — be — sothing — they — are — not."

"Good — to — know."

"Yes," Hector said. "It — is."

He drank from his cup.

He said: "You — wanted — to — talk — to — . About — the — difficulties."

"Yes."

"Yesterday — you — said — after — Priam."

"It — is — after — Priam."

"Then — talk."

Lysander looked at the courtyard — the stone, the morning light, the distant sound of training from the ground beyond the east wall.

He said: "What — I — am — going — to — tell — you — is — true. I — cannot — prove — all — of — it. So — of — it — you — will — have — to — accept — on — the — basis — that — I — have — not — been — wrong — yet — about — the — things — I — have — said — I — knew."

Hector said: "I — am — listening."

Lysander said: "Troy — is — going — to — face — a — period — of — serious — threat. Not — from — one — direction — from — many. The — trade — routes — are — going — to — be — disrupted. There — will — be — conflict — from — the — sea — and — possibly — from — the — interior. The — palace — economies — in — the — region — are — going — to — be — under — pressure — that — so — of — them — will — not — survive."

Hector looked at him.

"So — of — them."

"So — of — them. Not — all. The — ones — that — survive — will — be — the — ones — that — prepared."

"When."

"I — do — not — know — exactly. Years — from — now. But — less — years — than — you — would — want."

"How — do — you — know — this."

Lysander said: "The — sa — way — I — knew — about — Paris. I — watch — and — I — listen — and — I — understand — patterns — in — things — that — other — people — do — not — always — see."

It was not a complete answer. Hector knew it was not a complete answer.

But Hector said: "What — do — we — need — to — do."

Not: I don’t believe you. Not: prove it. Not: who told you this.

Just: what do we need to do.

Lysander looked at him.

"Many — things," he said. "Over — many — months. I — have — a — list."

"Of — course — you — do," Hector said.

Sothing in his voice that was — not quite a joke, but the space where a joke would have been if Hector had been soone who made them more often.

"Can — I — tell — you — the — first — items."

"Yes," Hector said. "Tell — — the — first — items."

Lysander told him.

The food stores — already addressed, but the system needed to change permanently, not just the imdiate problem fixed. The dical knowledge — what he wanted to try with the palace physician, what he thought could be done to reduce deaths from injury and illness. The ships — the design modifications, the fleet that Troy would need.

He kept the military details vague — Hector’s territory, and not yet, not until he had more of the other things in place.

Hector listened.

When Lysander finished he was quiet for a mont.

Then he said: "The — physician. Antiphus. He — is — a — proud — man."

"I — know."

"He — will — not — accept — suggestions — easily. Especially — from — soone — your — age."

"I — know — that — too. I — am — not — planning — to — suggest. I — am — planning — to — ask — questions. If — soone — asks — the — right — questions — the — answers — sotis — lead — to — new — ideas — that — feel — like — the — physician’s — own."

Hector looked at him.

He said: "You — are — going — to — make — him — think — it — was — his — idea."

"I — am — going — to — ask — him — genuine — questions — that — I — genuinely — want — the — answers — to. What — he — does — with — them — is — his — choice."

Hector said: "That — is — the — sa — thing."

"It — is — also — not — the — sa — thing," Lysander said. "The — difference — matters."

Hector looked at him.

Then — briefly, contained, the smile of a man who found sothing genuinely amusing and was allowing himself to show it for exactly as long as it was there:

He smiled.

"All — right," he said. "What — do — you — need — from — ."

"For — now — the — sa — thing — I — asked — Paris — on — the — ship. Don’t — work — against — it. When — I — co — to — you — with — sothing — specific — I — will — ask."

"And — I — will — answer."

"Yes."

Hector drank the last of his cup.

He set it down.

He said: "Lysander."

"Yes."

"When — you — ca — back — from — the — fall. In — the — training — ground. The — first — day."

"Yes."

"I — knew — sothing — had — changed. Not — just — the — behavior. Sothing — underneath — it."

"Yes."

"I — chose — not — to — ask — what — it — was."

"I — know."

"I — am — still — choosing — not — to — ask."

Lysander looked at him.

"I — know — that — too. Thank — you."

Hector stood.

He said: "Co — to — training — this — afternoon. It — has — been — three — weeks."

"Yes."

"You — will — have — lost — ground."

"Probably."

"We — will — rebuild — it."

He walked across the courtyard toward the palace entrance with the unhurried, deliberate stride that was his specific way of moving through the world — as if every step was placed with full attention and the placing of it was enough.

Lysander sat in the morning sun.

He had a title.

He had Hector.

He had the grain stores being fixed.

He had eight priorities and a list and a city that needed three years of work before the real storm arrived.

He picked up his shard.

He counted.

Five hundred and fifty-three words.

Not enough, he thought. Keep going.

He kept going.