Hidden Courage (Atlantis) (19 page)

“Zotikos, you are my finest. I am confident you have done your best. We are now in the hands of fate and destiny,” Sophocles said.

“Lempithius chases us alone. All other ships he has cast aside. Surely, he has reserved the harshest of executions for us,” Zotikos replied, his face betraying his fears.

Sophocles’ face reddened and his eyes furrowed.

“We are descendants of the mighty Zeus. He will
pay
for his insolence,” Sophocles spat.

“Sir?” Zotikos asked.

“I trust you have finished your accounting?” Sophocles asked.

“Yes, sir, all provisions accounted for,” Zotikos replied, still confused, “enough for three more days, then we’ll need to turn back for home.”

Sophocles eyes turned cold and black as he stared back at Zotikos.

“Our home is gone, devastated by the great wall of water. Our people are dead and we are all that is left. There will be no turning back for home,” Sophocles stated bluntly.

Zotikos
gazed back at Sophocles, reading his face for further clues. Slowly, almost imperceptivity, his eyes became preoccupied. Zotikos now appeared to be looking through Sophocles.

“What is it Zotikos? I see distraction in your eyes,” Sophocles asked.

Suddenly, Zotikos lunged at Sophocles, wrapping his arms around his commander’s waist and knocking them both to the deck. Moments later, a flaming arrow embedded into the wood where they both had just stood. Shock and surprise were quickly replaced by instinct.

Rising to his feet, Sophocles quickly called out the order, “All men to their stations!”

As Zotikos jumped to his feet, Sophocles continued his orders, “Take six oarsmen and load the provisions on deck as quickly as you can. And bring me your finest archer.”

“Yes sir,” Zotikos acknowledged.

“And Zotikos…” Sophocles started.

Reaching out, he grabbed Zotikos’ shoulder as he brushed passed him. “I owe you a life.”

Zotikos smiled and said simply, “Yes sir.”

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Anxious and excited, Lempithius watched over his best archer as he attempted to repeat the near impossible shot far out in front of them. Heron dipped his arrow into the cask of oil and mounted it in his bow as another soldier lit the mixture of fabric and oil. With great strength and skill, he drew back the arrow and pointed it toward the sky, his muscles straining against the force of the bow string. Quickly, he mentally calculated the distance, wind direction and speed, then released the flaming arrow.

The glowing projectile flew through the air with great speed, traveling in an arc trajectory toward its target. Lempithius held his breath momentarily as he watched the arrow close on Sophocles’ boat. As seconds passed, the winds aloft acted on the arrow and pushed it from its course. Lempithius’ heart sank as he once again watched the arrow miss its mark, splashing into the ocean several feet behind the boat.

“Again, quickly,” Lempithius ordered. “We’re getting closer.”

Nervously, Heron restrung another arrow and waited for it to be lit.

“Don’t keep me waiting, if you value your life,” Lempithius spat out to both men.

Heron’s next arrow was lit and released within seconds. Moments later, the flaming arrow plunged into the sea several yards off course and far behind.

Lempithius pulled his knife from his scabbard and blurted loudly, “If you cannot keep a simple arrow on course, then you are of no use to me.”

He glanced to Sophocles’ boat, then back to Heron. Anger welled deep inside him. Years of living in oppression fueled his frustration. With vengeance so close, those in his way paid dearly. In a moment of rage, he plunged his knife into Heron’s neck, severing his carotid artery and killing him almost instantly.

“Now, bring me your next best archer. Don’t disappoint me,” Lempithius scowled to his first officer. “And remove this waste from my sight,” he added.

With a savage kick, he pushed the lifeless body from his path and stood at the bow, his eyes focused on his prey.

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“Zotikos, we don’t have much time. Lempithius will be within striking distance shortly. Position your archers and wait for my signal,” Sophocles ordered.

“Yes
,
sir,” Zotikos responded simply.

Moments later, the deck flooded with archers at the ready. Positioned in pairs along each side of the boat, they crouched low to present a smaller target. Sophocles stood in the middle of the boat and called out his orders.

“Momentarily, Lempithius will be within full archer range. He will unleash volleys of arrows in an attempt to burn our ship. Next, he will expect return volleys from our own archers in retaliation. He will expect to see us fight a brave fight, all the while allowing our ship to burn to the water line. We will not be following the plan as he expects.”

Sophocles paused for effect, then continued, “Each man holds a shield. This will be your weapon for the time being. When Captain Lempithius launches his attack, you must hold firm. Do not return volley. Use your shield to protect yourself. This will be your most important asset. As the arrows penetrate the deck, extinguish the fires. This
i
s
our best defense. If we can keep our ship from burning, we stand a fair chance at survival. Without the ship, we will all surely suffer capture and an agonizing death at the hands of Lempithius.”

Sophocles turned toward the enemy and calculated the distance between them. With Lempithius’ boat nearly within range, he quickly finished his orders.

“Without return fire, Lempithius’ archers will launch volleys freely. They will be frenzied in the belief that they are defeating us. Only too late will they realize that they have run out of arrows. It is at this time, that we will launch our own attack. You will fire your arrows, but only at the targets I designate. With fewer arrows from the enemy, you will be able to fire freely and accurately.”

Sophocles was about to speak, but suddenly spotted an arrow streaming in. It penetrated an open space on the deck and he quickly grabbed a small bucket of water and doused the fire.

Turning to his men again, he called out loudly, “Lempithius is within range. Prepare your shields.”

Quiet fell over the length of the ship as they waited for the rain of arrows to ensue. With great intensity, each man scanned the sky for any signs of movement. Several re
-
gripped their shields as the sweat from their hands made the leather straps more difficult to hold. Others repositioned their shields above them, trying to second
-
guess the trajectory of the impending volley.

“Arrows!” Sophocles announced.

High in the mid-day sky, tiny dots of light seemed to float innocently toward them. As the arrows neared, their plumes of fire became brighter and more menacing. Sophocles stood behind several large wooden casks and watched the rain of death descend upon his crew.

In an instant, the deck of the ship became a cacophony of screams and confusion. Flaming arrows poured in and struck the open deck, penetrating the wood and erupting in balls of flames as the oil-soaked cloth separated from the arrow and spread out over the wooden surface. Several unlucky crewmen felt the agony of their fate as the flaming arrows penetrated flesh, broke bones
,
and caused severe burns. Through their screams, others leapt to their feet and raced for buckets of water, only to be struck down by the next volley of arrows.

Sophocles watched as his ship began to burn. Ignoring danger, he grabbed a shield from a dead soldier and raced toward a cask of water. Immediately, he saw a flaming arrow heading for him. Instinctively, he reacted and deflected it with his shield.

“Put out the fires,” Sophocles yelled to his men.

Leading by example, he grabbed a bucket of water and threw it on a small fire
,
just
feet
away
from him. As the next volley of arrows sailed in, he crouched with his shield, deflected an arrow, then stood up to fight the fires. Seeing their commander in harm’s way, others followed his lead.

The fight to save their ship was intense. Each man fought the fiery death from above and raging flames from below. With great courage and determination, they soon had the fires under control.

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From mid ship, Lempithius watched with great anticipation as the archers unleashed their flaming volleys of death. A great smile crossed his face as he observed the first of many plumes of smoke rise up in the sky. He felt great satisfaction as he envisioned the violent deaths of his enemy, as well as the terrible suffering from those who were only wounded.

“Now they will pay. Now they will realize their folly. The great Lempithius is not a man to trifle with. They will learn their lesson in blood,” Lempithius boasted.

He watched the thick black smoke rise from the distant ship and mocked their circumstance.

“Ha! Do you all see what becomes of those who cross the great Lempithius
?
Let this be a lesson for all
!
” he shouted loudly.

As he basked in his triumph, he spat out orders with indifference.

“Oh, the terrible punishment they must be suffering on that miserable ship. Just look at them attempting to extinguish the fires. They’re like old women, too scared to ever return fire,” Lempithius mocked with great joy, then added, “Increase your firing or I’ll cut off you
r
heads and feed them to the sharks.”

Lempithius closely monitored his men. He kept the pressure on for both archer and oarsman alike. An hour after the fighting began, his ship had moved within two hundred yards of the enemy and he was now delirious with revenge. Every arrow
and
every stroke of an oar only served to increase the intensity of his rage.

Suddenly, Lempithius began to notice something disturbing. The great plume of smoke from the ship had grown smaller and lighter in color.

How could this be?
Lempithius thought to himself.
Surely
,
by now, most of them must be dead or wounded. How could the fires be receding?

The sight of the surviving ship sent rage throughout his body. He would have his revenge.

“Increase firing
,
you lousy dogs!” Lempithius commanded. “Any man caught slowing his pace will find himself on the wrong end of his own arrow!”

“Sir, we’re running out of arrows,” Lempithius heard an archer reply.

Instantly, Lempithius pulled his knife and lunged at the archer, embedding the stone blade all the way to the handle. With several more savage blows, the archer slumped to the ground, his eyes glazed over as death overtook him.

“Not another word from you mangy camels,” Lempithius scowled.

As commanded, each archer continued to launch
his
few remaining arrows.

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“Sir, they’re slowing. The arrows seem to be slowing,” Zitokos yelled to Sophocles.

Sophocles peered over the top of his shield. With a knowing smile, he ran to the front of the ship where all the provisions had been stacked earlier.

“Zitokos, your six best archers. Ready them at the stern,” Sophocles shouted.

“Yes sir,” Zitokos replied.

Quickly, Sophocles ordered a dozen of his men to the side.

“Men, we have more than two dozen casks of oil. I want you to pull their corks and pour a quarter of it into the water, then dump the casks after it. We must do this nearly simultaneously. After that, we’ll be jettisoning the rest of these provisions. Is that clear?” Sophocles ordered.