Heir of Troy: The Third Son Chapter 25: First Results

Three weeks after the eting, Antiphus ca to find him.

Not in the dical ward — he ca to Lysander’s room, which he had never done before. The specific significance of that was not lost on Lysander: a man who received people in his workspace was coming to soone else’s space, which ant what he was bringing felt like sothing that should be delivered rather than waited for.

He knocked. Lysander opened the door.

Antiphus ca in and stood in the room with his hands behind his back and the expression of a man who had results and was deciding how to present them.

He said: *"Three weeks. Fourteen wounds treated with the diluted wine-water before the honey. Fourteen treated with the standard thod — honey only, no preliminary wash. I matched the pairs as closely as I could for wound type and severity."*

*"And."*

*"Of the fourteen standard treatnts: three developed significant suppuration requiring additional intervention. Two developed minor suppuration that resolved without intervention. Nine resolved cleanly."*

He paused.

*"Of the fourteen wine-water treatnts: zero developed significant suppuration. One developed minor suppuration that resolved without intervention. Thirteen resolved cleanly."*

Lysander said nothing.

Antiphus said: *"That is a aningful difference. Three significant complications versus zero. Over a larger sample it might narrow — three weeks is not a definitive study. But the direction is clear."*

*"Yes,"* Lysander said.

*"The ratio matters. I tested three different concentrations — one to three, one to four, one to five. The one to four produced the best results. One to three showed so tissue irritation at the wound edges. One to five showed minimal difference from the standard thod."*

*"So the texts were right about the ratio."*

*"The principle described in the texts was correct. Whether the specific ratio was established by observation or by so other ans — I cannot know. But one to four produces the best result in my testing."*

He said it carefully. The way he said everything — precisely, without overstatent.

Lysander said: *"What do you conclude."*

*"I conclude that the diluted wine-water wash should beco standard practice in this ward. I will need to docunt the protocol clearly so my assistants can apply it consistently. I will continue tracking results — I want a six-month dataset before I present this to the broader dical community."*

*"The broader dical community."*

*"There are physicians in other palaces who share records through the trade network. Eventually this should reach them."*

*"Eventually,"* Lysander said. *"Yes."*

He thought about what it ant — a practice spreading through the Bronze Age dical network through the normal channels of professional exchange. No dramatic announcent, no attributed discovery. Just a protocol that worked, docunted and shared, moving through the world at the pace the world could absorb it.

*That is how things actually change,* he thought. *Slowly, through the channels that already exist, by people who trust the evidence.*

He said: *"Thank you for bringing this to directly."*

*"You were the one who asked the question that led to the test,"* Antiphus said. *"It seed correct to bring you the results."*

He turned to go.

At the door he said: *"The records Arsini showed . The temperature and harvest correlation."*

*"Yes."*

*"I have been going back through my patient records for the past five years. The fatigue presentations I ntioned — I found the correlation she described. It is not seasonal. It tracks the harvest yields directly, with approximately a four-month lag."*

*"Four months."*

*"The nutritional effect takes ti to manifest as dical symptoms. Four months is consistent with what I would expect if the underlying cause is dietary."*

*"Which ans the symptoms we are seeing now reflect the harvests from—"*

*"Four months ago,"* Antiphus said. *"Yes. The current presentations reflect last autumn’s harvest. Which was poor."*

*"And next autumn’s harvest,"* Lysander said, *"will determine what we see in the dical ward next spring."*

*"Yes."*

They looked at each other.

*"The grain stores,"* Antiphus said.

*"I am working on it,"* Lysander said. *"The rotation system is improving. We need more — I know that. It is on the list."*

*"Move it higher,"* Antiphus said.

*"Yes,"* Lysander said. *"I will."*

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He moved it higher.

That afternoon he t with Doros — the senior steward who had handled the original grain store problem — and went through the full supply inventory with the specific lens of what four months of nutritional lag ant for the population. It was not an ergency. It was not yet visible as a crisis. But the trajectory was clear if you connected the data the way Antiphus had just shown him.

Doros looked at the numbers.

He said: *"The eastern farms."*

*"Yes."*

*"The yield decline has been gradual. I had attributed it to weather variation."*

*"It is weather variation,"* Lysander said. *"The variation is not random. It is a trend."*

*"How long has it been a trend."*

*"Arsini’s records suggest ten years. The early stages were small enough to appear as normal variation. The accumulation is what makes the pattern visible."*

Doros sat back.

He said: *"What do you need."*

*"Three things. Expansion of the western farm rotation — the western land is less affected by whatever is causing the eastern yield decline. Increased investnt in the fishing fleet for the harbor — marine protein as a supplent to grain-based nutrition. And a review of the import agreents for grain from the southern routes — if we can secure better terms on imported grain it gives us a buffer."*

*"The southern route grain is more expensive."*

*"Less expensive than a population in dical distress,"* Lysander said.

Doros looked at him.

Then he wrote sothing on his tablet.

*"I will bring this to Priam,"* he said. *"With your analysis."*

*"With your recomndation,"* Lysander said. *"You have been the steward here for fifteen years. Your recomndation carries more weight than mine."*

Doros looked at him again — the recalibration, always the sa expression when Lysander did this.

*"You do that,"* Doros said.

*"Do what."*

*"Give away the credit."*

*"I give it to whoever can use it most effectively,"* Lysander said. *"That is not the sa as giving it away."*

Doros made a sound that might have been the beginning of a laugh and returned to his tablet.

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Fylon ca to him that evening.

He knocked his three soft knocks and ca in and stood near the window.

He said: *"The seal."*

*"You found it."*

*"A woman who works in the docunt preparation office. She rembered the shipnt because she was asked to prepare the docunts and to use a specific seal rather than the standard office seal. She said the seal belonged to—"*

He paused.

The pause of a man who had been carrying information and was aware that putting it down would change sothing.

*"Ampelos,"* he said.

Lysander looked at him.

*"Ampelos,"* he said.

*"Yes."*

He sat with that.

Ampelos. The palace diplomat. The man who had been on the ship to Sparta. Who had taught Lysander the guest-friendship protocols. Who had said *I will tell Priam the truth of what happened* and had done exactly that. Who had beco — not an ally exactly, but soone Lysander had co to regard as honest.

Ampelos had sent docunts east fourteen months ago through a rchant who had now approached Paris.

He said: *"Does Ampelos know that Phaedron ca to Paris."*

*"I do not know."*

*"Find out. Carefully."*

*"Yes."*

*"And Fylon — do not tell anyone else about the seal yet. Not the group. Not anyone."*

*"I understand."*

Fylon went out.

Lysander sat in his room in the evening quiet and thought.

Ampelos had been building sothing in the east. Fourteen months ago, before the Sparta voyage, before he had any interaction with Lysander. His own initiative, his own connections. And now Phaedron had brought that eastern connection to Paris.

There were two explanations.

The first: Ampelos was using Paris — the impulsive, ambitious, easily flattered prince — as a vehicle for an eastern trade expansion he had been planning independently. Using Paris’s royal status to open doors that a diplomat’s status alone could not.

The second: Ampelos did not know that Phaedron had gone to Paris. Phaedron had made his own decision to approach the prince, perhaps seeing an opportunity to leverage both his eastern connections and a Trojan royal in the sa transaction.

Both were possible.

One required him to reassess Ampelos entirely.

The other required him to understand what Phaedron thought he was building.

He needed to talk to Ampelos.

Not yet. Not before he understood more. But soon.

He picked up his shard.

Six hundred and ninety-eight words.

He ran through them until the lamp burned low.

Then he lay back and stared at the ceiling — the sa ceiling he had looked at on the first night, the stone close and yellow in the dying light — and thought about a diplomat who had been building sothing in the east, and a rchant who had brought it to the wrong prince, and whether any of it was dangerous or rely complicated.

Complicated, he suspected.

Complicated was manageable.

He closed his eyes.

*Tomorrow,* he thought. *One thing at a ti.*