The BLACKSMITH'S SON

by Elpis of Hope

Alexander finds a new friend at a time when his life is being threatened. But can he trust this stranger? And can he maintain this relationship without revealing his own personal secrets. Once again there is more than what meets the eye.

10. Chapter 10 The Hunt Part I

Warning: A really long chapter! :)

Chapter 10 – The Hunt - Part I

Hephaestion heard another loud whistle blow through the air and reacted immediately upon taking sight of the two men frantically rushing into the garden. He quickly pulled Alexander around him to face the approaching assailants with his dagger drawn. The young Amyntor eased his defenses when he came to recognize Alexander's companions, Nearchus and Hector.

"Alexander!' called out the tall Cretan as he blew another whistle, he sprinted ahead of his shorter comrade, "There… there… has been an attack in the palace."

"What?" kneeled up the Prince as he brushed the dust off his chiton. He rubbed the area of his shoulder where he had landed on a large protruding rock after Hephaestion had thrown him down. Swiftly, Alexander rushed forward from behind Hephaestion as he replaced his own blade back into his belt, "Who? What has happened?"

Hector stood in line with his friend gazing quickly at Hephaestion's bemused expression, "Perdi… the Prince" he quickly explained, "He has been hit by an arrow?"

"Where? By Whom?" impatiently replied Alexander under a tone of utter remorse and disbelief, "Is he seriously injured? Tell me, he is alright?"

"I do not know." responded Nearchus, "We were told only by Ptolemy to find you and have you returned with the others as quickly as possible."

Alexander stood calm as he strategize his next move. He knew well enough once the palace alarm was called out, all of Hades would break loose. The Prince glanced partially over his shoulder at Hephaestion for any reaction. Seeing none, he reluctantly brushed aside his emotions to focus on his duties.

Hephaestion stood puzzled at the unexpected presence of Alexander's friends in the Queen's Garden. It struck him odd that the blacksmith's companions had inexplicable abilities to emerge at the most inopportune moments. They never had any difficulty locating their friend, especially when his presence was immediately required. The young Amyntor found it even stranger that at present, both Hector and Nearchus appeared completely sober and coherent contrary to his encounter with them in the hall. Hephaestion was sensing something was amiss and unusual about the events that had transpired during the course of evening. He turned to look back at his friend to wonder whether there was something Alexander was hiding. There was definitely more than what met the eye, he could not pinpoint it, at least for the moment. Before, he was able to consider further on his rising concerns he was brought out of his thoughts by a firm grip .

"Take Hephaestion back to the hall!" ordered the Prince as he placed a hand to Hephaestion's arm, "Soon the alarm will be raised and the hall will be sealed off"

"No! I will remain here with you!" refuted Hephaestion, "I may be able to help!"

Alexander shifted to firmly grab hold of both of his friend's arms, "Listen Hephaestion! If what they say is true, that the Prince has been attacked, anyone and everyone near the gardens will be suspected. You would do well for yourself to go and find your father."

"Yes Hephaestion!" cut Hector, "Alexander is right. You will only see yourself in a regretful situation. As companions of the Prince, we are expected to be with him."

"Alexander!" injected Nearchus upon hearing the loud siren of trumpets blowing across the palace, "The alarm has been set off! We must go!"

"But... I do not understand. Alexander how is it you able to avoid suspicions? You are no companion. Surely, I too could be of assistance."

"It is because… I am… Me….. the Prince and I….."

Again, Hephaestion was taken aback by Alexander's reference to the Crown Prince. There was an obvious close association between his friend and the King's son. "I see there is more to your relationship with the Prince then you have led on. Perhaps that was what you were about…"

"Hephaestion! No! Listen…" quickly responded Alexander, "You are a foreigner to the palace; in fact, to Pella." He moved closer to his friend in order to emphasize his point, "I know you see yourself as a Macedonian, but your presence would raise questions. I could not bear nor would I allow for anything to happen to you."

"What do you mean allow? I am no woman! I can hold my own!" jerked away the Young Amyntor, "Have you forgotten, I am the son of a General…"

"Your status will make little difference should you become accused. Further, this is not a question of your capabilities to fight!" gripped Alexander as he kept his tone controlled, "Your presence in the royal gardens, here now with the attacks against the Prince, will raise suspicions."

"But I have…. We …have been here when the attacks occurred." agitatedly responded Hephaestion as he looked towards the other youths, "It is not possible for us to be implicated."

"None of this would matter!" responded Alexander in frustration, "I see your point, but you must go just the same. Please trust me it is for the best." He looked up beseeching his friend, "You do trust me Hephaestion, do you not?"

"Come we must go!" directly advised Hector, "Hephaestion please do not make this difficult!"

The young Amyntor again gazed across each man before him. He saw their urgency and knew he was only delaying them. He remained unconvinced, but dropped his shoulders and conceded, "Of course I trust you!" murmured Hephaestion in disappointment, "I will go."

"Good!" sighed Alexander in relief, "Nearchus will lead you back to the hall." Slowly, he began to withdraw away from his friend.

Hephaestion zealously reached out to clasp his friend's forearm, "Will I see you again?"

"Yes!" smiled Alexander as he warmly nodded to Hephaestion with a look of assurance, "You do intend to join me for the hunt tomorrow?"

"I do!" agreed Hephaestion, as he slowly released his hold, "Then I will wait for word from you."

"I will see you tomorrow." Holding back his grin, Alexander then leaned forward to whisper in his friend's ear, "There is no one else in my life Hephaestion. There is nothing between me and the Prince. As I have said, it is you that I want."

"As do I!" softly replied Hephaestion, as he felt a small smile tug on his lips, and tilted his head back, "I look forward to resuming our talk from this evening" as he drew closer to brush his lips over Alexander's cheek, "I do believe there was something you had wished to tell me." Alexander flung his head back instantly reminded of his last words with Hephaestion. He looked away in humiliation to obscure his look of dread. Alexander would need to reveal his true identity the next time they met. "Yes, we will have a lot to discuss." replied Alexander, with a heavy heart.

Naive to only his desire, Hephaestion only widened his smile as he misinterpreted Alexander's response as an innuendo to further intimacy, "Do not fret Alexander. Whatever it is you wish to tell me" coyly whispered Hephaestion, "will be welcomed. Unless of course, you can distract me in another way" He winked flirtatiously, "And I would let you." Then with a slight bow and a mischievous grin, the young Amyntor spun away and slipped into the dark night with the tall Cretan companion.

Alexander felt his heart rise in joy then sink with sadness. He cursed himself for ever believing this game of charades would be beneficial to him. The young prince could only foresee a future of disappointment and heartbreak the next time he would come to meet his friend again. He took a deep breath and shook his head clear as he reminded himself of his own responsibilities.

"Come Hector!" directed Alexander in an hush tone as soon as he regained his composure and watched Hephaestion rush back towards the direction of the banquet, "What more can you tell me?" as he pivoted towards the direction of the main gardens.

"Only that they have captured a couple of the mercenaries" responded the shorter youth, "They were found outside the hedges."

"Well let us hope they are still alive" replied the Prince invigorated, "They will do no good to us dead."

"Of course!" exclaimed Hector as he tried to keep up with Alexander as they ran back into the secret passageway. "But I would not wager on this possibility."

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Alexander arrived into the gardens to find the bodies of two slain men, dressed like servants, sprawled face first on to the ground. His companions gathered around the Prince as they took sight of his presence.

"The hall has been secured" announced Ptolemy as he stood next to Alexander, "No one has been in or out!"

"The royal guards have been sent out to search the gardens" continued the beak nosed youth, "Are you okay?"

"Your father will be here shortly. He went out personally to search the grounds" quickly added Seleucus, "He was not pleased"

"And Perdiccas?" cut Alexander, "How is he?"

"It was an arrow to his shoulder." meekly replied Coenus, "The doctor is treating him now. He will survive."

The Prince looked down at the two men lying before him. "Who are they?", he asked annoyed, "Why were they not taken alive?"

"Alexander they jumped out and it was Andros who subdued them!" offered Ptolemy "He found them running out of the gardens shortly after the alarm was called."

At that moment, a clearing was made for the lead groomsman to move up before Alexander, "My Prince" he bowed in reverence, "I had no time to think. I should have ….it was a mistake." He kept his eyes to the ground, "I must have startled them. They saw me and dropped their weapons. Then I heard the trumpets and knew them to be assassins. They were escaping, so I grabbed for their bows …. But they would not stop .. so I fired….."

The Prince scrutinized at the disheveled youth as he placed a hand on his shoulder. He motioned the groomsman up and was met with dark and hardened expression. "No it is I who owes you a debt of gratitude. Your quick action may have saved further lives."

"Did you see others?"

"No Ptolemy… I saw only these two." timidly responded the young Andros, "I did not see any other."

"Coenus….Philotas search the body for any clues as to their identities." ordered Alexander, as he studied the laid out bodies. He then looked back to the young groomsman, curious to the similar attires between Andros and the dead mercenaries. "Andros why are you dressed liked a servant?" But before a reply could be given, the sound of rushing footsteps and heavily armed men could be seen racing towards the Prince and his companions.

"ALEXANDER!" boomed a voice from across the gardens, "By all the Gods… where have you been?"

"Father!" shot up the Prince to see his father surrounded by his trusted generals.

"Parmenion! Take the Prince out of here" ordered the King, "Have him taken to his room, and have this area secured and cleared." He then grabbed hold of Cleitus and pulled him in, "Make sure my son was not harmed and is well. I will see him shortly after I have cleared the banquet hall of the guests."

Once the Prince was taken away, the King signed in relief. He closed his eyes and sent a small prayer of gratitude for the safety of his son, then regained his bearings as he walked towards the banquet.

Two Days Later,

The baby faced, auburn haired youth slouched in a wooden chair as he joined his fellow companions in the atrium leading to the King's rooms. "How long has he been in there?" he nudged the dark faced Cretan, "Any word yet, Nearchus?"

"Coenus! You must learn to utilize more covertness and quietness to your horrid voice of yours. By all the twelve, keep your pubertal voice down" agitatedly whispered the gruff faced youth, "We may be able to hear them but for your squeaking pitches!" Coenus ignored his friend and cranked his neck out to look towards Ptolemy who stood aside the Cretan. The beaked nose youth only shrugged his shoulders as he leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed before his chest.

For most of the morning, the young companions stood outside the King's chambers to wait and listen for any sign of Alexander. The Prince's private meeting with his father was expected to be both explosive and fierce. Down the hall behind the King's chambers, loud muffled voices could be heard echoing down the corridor. Every now and than, maddening and violent remarks would bellow down the hall, "NO I am the King!" …. "I am no longer a boy!" "Do not push me Alexander!!" …. "You cannot keep me locked up in this palace." "It is only a hunt"….. "Full Escort!... Guards"…. "My companions…" The noise of thunderous crashing reverberated down the hall followed by countless items being thrown within the confine of the room. It was a clear battle being raged between two powerful, strong headed and Macedonian men. Yet, all knew how much the King loved his son, and likewise how Alexander hated disappointing his father. No doubt each man was trying their best to offer reassurances for their safety and responsibilities.

"As one would expect, the King is not pleased" commented Seleccus, "However, Alexander does not make it easy. He has refused to relent on his wish to go on his hunt."

"All this over his need to see his Athenian lover" snide Cassender, "It would appear our Prince is smitten like some fool".

"You would be wise to keep such personal thoughts to yourself" warned Ptolemy, as he threw a harsh look at the General's son, "Should Alexander hear your remarks about his affairs. Well Cassender…"

"You will only find yourself eating dirt" cut in Nearchus who carried the same disdainful look as Ptolemy, "I for one would enjoy seeing you brought down a notch or two. You hold to much arrogance from behind your father's cloak."

"I do believe the King is fully aware of Alexander's liaison with Hephaestion" interjected Philotas in defense of his friend, "Throughout the morning, we have heard the King mention this fact several times."

"A hunt… I had thought we were expected at Eumolpia?" cut Coenus, "The celebration for Dionysus?"

"The festivities have been postponed a day or two" explained Ptolemy "In light of the recent attacks against the Prince."

"So Alexander will try to plan a hunt in the interim?" sardonically responded Parmenion's son taking a swig of his wine bowl, "How convenient!"

"We will set off for Eumolpia the day after tomorrow" continued the beak nosed youth as he clumsily elbowed the General's son causing him to splash his drink, "You will have more than ample opportunities to make your offerings to the God of Wine."

"You assume to much" snorted Hector in amusement, "What creature would copulate with Philotas?"

"Any four legged animal or old aged woman" laughed out Coenus, "A few loose-fitting scabs" continued the red haired youth through the revolted grumbles of his friends, "Should do the job… to lubricate the area."

"Awww! Coenus!" disgustedly waved Hector, "You reveal too much of your bizarre sexual preferences."

"No matter! You can all agree with me that our Prince's little game of charade has only brought on unnecessary danger to himself and to those who protect him." Countered the gangly youth, "I am only looking after Alexander's best interests".

"Cassender, You have no such means of caring for another except your own stunted ass" spit out Perdiccas, who threw a hard look, "But I do agree with you in part that Alexander must end this game with Hephaestion."

"Well then" responded Philotas he stepped up to beside Cassender, "Alexander will have no choice now but to be up front with Hephaestion"

"Alexander had agreed to that already" offered the older beak nosed companion as he pushed off the pillar, "He intends to reveal his identity to Hephaestion upon their next encounter."

"You mean the hunt!" stated Cassender, "That would explain why he is so adamant with his father."

"Alexander will do what he will" interjected Perdiccas, as he rubbed his sore shoulder. He accepts a small bowl of wine offered by a remorseful Coenus, "He is a man of his own mind. Like in battle, Alexander will proceed as he deems appropriate.

"Philip is no mere tribal leader' added Cassender, "He is a Macedonian King. He too can be a stubborn."

"Well no matter what we may all think" replied Ptolemy has he stood straight to stretch out his back, "We can only…" his attention was diverted as the doors to the King's chamber swung open. Quickly all the companions stood up and gathered close at the end of the hallway in anticipation of the approaching royal. A blazed with rage and with lightening speed, Alexander stormed out through the corridors straight pass his companions. No words or acknowledgment were necessary as the Prince's friends gathered themselves to cluster into a tight group behind him, following closely at his heels.

The group of young men paced after Alexander as they passed through the main hall and courtyard. They all knew the direction to the Prince's apartments. With Alexander's approach the guards to his chambers come to an immediate attention and swiftly pulled open the large double doors

Alexander strides briskly in and heads towards the direction of the open balcony. He stopped a few steps away as he inhaled a deep breath with his fist clinched and hard face. His companions slowly trickle in and settled around him. In moments such as these, they instinctively knew it best to wait quietly for the Prince to recognize their presence. Alexander spun around and began to pace the entire width of the room mumbling under his breath. The companions stood aside watching the full wrath of their Prince's rage consumes him. They wait with held breath for Alexander to explode his frustration and anger. For sometime, they stood out of Alexander's fuming rage, none was willing to speak. Finally it was Ptolemy who stepped forward from among his comrades. The older youth moved up to walked into the direction of the wine table to pour two bowls. He returned to boldly stand before the Prince forcing Alexander to cease his movement. The beaked nose youth handed a bowl to Alexander who stared intently at his friend somewhat out of sort. Then with a deep sigh, the Prince took the cup and drank it down whole. "He knew!" started Alexander as he threw the bowl across the room, "My father knew everything about my relationship with Hephaestion. He knew Hephaestion to be the son of General Amyntor, and had set me up at the banquet. It had been my father who had requested that Hephaestion and his father be seated next to him."

Ptolemy offered Alexander the other wine bowl without saying a word. The Prince again drinks it down then hurls it at the wall. "Openly, my father accused me of being a love struck girl. He believes my relationship with Hephaestion has clouded my judgment, to not only place my own life, but the lives of my companions on the line. He has ordered I end this masquerade."

"It was already your intention to reveal your identity to Hephaestion during the hunt" offered Ptolemy as he threw a look to Nearchus to fill two more bowls. The older companion understood the King's belief and now looked to encourage his Prince of this fact. "You had prior plans of talking to Hephaestion."

"Indeed you did" chimed in Seleucus as he pushed off the far wall, "You had told Ptolemy and me of this fact a few days ago!"

"And my decision to do so has not changed!" argued Alexander, "My father however, is not convinced of my intentions. To think he would order me as to how to handle my personal affairs! Is there no end to my parents constant meddling."

"They only wish for the best for you" reassured Ptolemy as he accepted the bowls from Nearchus, "All parents see to it as their responsibility to interfere, but as a Prince, you may find them more intrusive than norm." as he offered another bowl to Alexander.

The Prince dismissed the offer to scan the room. "Hector! Leonnatus!" The two comrades rush forward before Alexander in attention. His expression softened as he noted the seriousness of his friends' demeanor. "My friends go to Hephaestion's residence and pass along to him that a hunt has been arranged for tomorrow. Have him be ready before dawn". The two youth look at Alexander in complete surprise and shock. "Alexander?" asked the taller, brawny companion, "I had thought your father had prohibited you on going with your plans for a hunt?"

"No Leonnatus" confidently responded the Prince, "He has allowed for the hunt, provided of course you are all with me and that Hephaestion be invited."

"So your father has not requested for anything new. Already you had plans of inviting Hephaestion!" stated Ptolemy now drinking the second bowl of wine on his own, "Well it would seem you have out played your father and managed to convince him into agreeing with you."

"Come what it may" stated Alexander, "He was not pleased and has more than made his point known. Hephaestion must be apprised of my identity."

"Well then" began Hector, "I do believe we should be going"

"Tell Hephaestion I will meet him at his residence early" looked up Alexander with bright eyes, "Send him my apologizes for my delay. And should he ask where I am, tell him that I have been kept away …. with personal business here at the palace."

"Of course Alexander" replied Leonnatus as he bowed his head in agreement, "We will see to it that Hephaestion is ready tomorrow, even if we must tie him to a horse."

Alexander then looked beyond the room to two others. "Coenus! Philotas! Go find Andros and have him sent to me." He announced with a serious look, "I wish to talk to him about the two mercenaries in the gardens."

"Yes!" nodded both companions in confirmation.

"Very well! Go all of you!" ordered Alexander. The comrades moved to exit, when all at once the doors of the Prince's rooms fly open. Instantly on reflex, all of the companions stand guard alerted to the outburst and commotion bursting into the apartments. They relax themselves as they recognized the small entourage of servants who entered into the room. Immediately, they all bow forward with the exception of Alexander, as the Queen stormed in. "Out!" blurted out Olympias, with little regard to the Prince's friends. "I say out all of you!" The companions remain where they stood unfazed by the Queen's heated words until they are signaled by the Prince to obey his mother's requested. Olympias barely budges a glance as each of Alexander's comrades' bow towards her before hastily departing the room. The Queen remained transfixed on her son, who was reciprocating the same hard stare. Olympias concentrated on Alexander to remind herself that although he was the son of Phillip, his soul, spirit and heart belonged to her. It was through her bloodline, a descendent of Achilles that flowed within Alexander. He was the son of Zeus, a fact she would tell him later, but regardless his destiny was for greatness, a god among the mortals. She had raced to her son's rooms, enraged, upon receiving word that Alexander had ignored her early pleas to abandon his little charade and pursuit of the Athenian. She did not trust the young Amyntor and it tore within her heart that Alexander had become enthralled and taken by this foreigner, a nobody.

"Mother!" greeted the Prince as he stepped up to offer a small kiss on Olympias's cheek, "What brings you here?" mumbled Alexander suspecting the purpose of her abrupt visit. He was sure his mother was aware of his continued relationship with Hephaestion.

"Alexander!" half smiled Olympias obvious in her controlled composure, "Must your mother need a reason to see her son?"

"For you mother... you would not be here without one" smugly replied Alexander, "No matter. I know already why you are here. I have no need for your womanly fears or coddling. I am fine mother!"

"Then you will listen to me as your Queen and your mother" snapped Olympias unpleased with her son's coarse behavior and unruly tone. She was not to be brushed aside like some mere companion or servant, "Your conduct as of late distresses me. You go on to disregard my council about this Athenian boy; and already your life has been threatened not only once, but three times."

"Hephaestion had no involvement in the threats made upon me!" barked out the Prince as he quickly withdrew from his mother, "If anything, he has proven a worthy ally. It was because of him, I was able to avert the mercenaries in the market place and in the gardens."

"Do you not find it strange each time you are with him, you have been attacked?" countered the Queen, "Who is this boy to you? He is nothing! As I have told you before Alexander, you will need to a woman; someone who will be able to provide you with an heir. As I have advised…"

"Your advice for me means nothing mother, if you are asking me to give up Hephaestion!" retorted Alexander "This will not happen. You will find your efforts in vain." He turned to wave a hand, "As I have said, there is no proof of Hephaestion's involvement in the recent attacks against me."

"There has been no solid evidence yet!" countered Olympias, "But you cannot ignore the coincidence of the timing of his visits and the beginning of the attempts made against your life. Do not let your little infatuation blind you."

"I will hear nothing more!" growled Alexander, "As you say there is no proof implicating Hephaestion. He would never hurt me!"

"You know nothing about him" his mother contended, "He is a stranger".

"I know well enough!" blurted Alexander, "Trust my instincts mother. Hephaestion is different than the others. His feelings are for me, for who I am."

"Your fate is for greatness. Your destiny has been laid out by the Gods!"

"Then trust the Gods for giving Hephaestion as a gift to me" quickly countered Alexander in exasperation, "He is what the Gods have destined for ME!"

Olympias stepped up to place a hand down the strong arm of his son. She studied the boy who had grown into a fierce young man. The Queen grieved for the days when she was all the love Alexander required in his life. Her plans for sending lovers to the young Prince, in hopes of controlling and monitoring those who shared his bed, had been thwarted by the appearance of the Athenian boy. But Olympias had raised Alexander to be independent, strong willed and tenacious in all his pursuits. Her son was conducting himself as she had expected the son of Zeus to behave, single minded, loyal and devoted for all that he craved in life. It saddened the Queen that Alexander had now focused his zealous energy towards a mere boy of no royal value or significance. However, she was not one to be deterred or set aside. The Queen would continue to pay close attention to this so called love affair. She would ensure Alexander was not harmed, no matter the cost to her own life. Her love for her son held no bounds. For this reason, she saw no issue with intervening when necessary.

"Be vigilant Alexander" started Olympias in a soft almost maternal tone, "Those who wish you dead remain free and all I ask of you is to be careful."

"Do not worry mother!" offered Alexander astonished by his mother's natural ability to transform her disposition from callous rage to softness in a wink of an eye. He smiled in relief. "I am always careful." The Prince walked over to the Queen to place a small kiss on her cheek, "Now you must excuse me" I must go to the stables to talk to Andros; tomorrow I have plans to go hunting."

"A hunt…." Exclaimed the Queen in complete surprise, "Do you think…"

"Joy to you Mother!" interjected the Prince as he quickly brushed passed the Queen. He opened his door to find Perdiccas and Seleucus standing guard at his door. Alexander smiled with his freedom, as he slowly closed the doors behind him to head towards the royal stables.

The Queen stared to her a young servant who meekly stepped up on cue. "Dekle, go and watch them and report to me everything!"

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Meanwhile at the Royal Stables

"Were their deaths necessary?" snorted out the Athenian delegate as he sat cramped in a small room tucked deep in the royal stables. "They were good men, my own men!"

"They were careless and sloppy!" countered the mercenaries' leaders, "Their task was an easy one. They were unorganized. These 'men' of yours almost cost the lives of Demosthenes' nephew."

"We will never know!" snapped back the sun burnt Athenian, "They were killed like mere game, from the back"

"Had they been caught, how long do you think they would have endured their interrogation and torture? sneered another mercenary, "Your own men were not soldiers."

"They were well trained me, skilled in their craft!" retorted the delegate, "I hand selected them myself."

"I took no glory from killing my fellow brother" softly whispered the leader, with a heavy tone, "Do not think for a moment I have not grieved for their deaths. But I must also consider the lives of my men, and totality of this mission."

"Your mission has been a complete disaster!" angrily replied the delegate, "After several attempts, the Prince remains alive. The blames lies with you for your incompetence. Perhaps, you have grown soft hearted for the Macedonians."

The men compacted in the small room groan in conflicting emotions. The dark eyed leader leaped to his feet to lounge at the delegate clutching the collar of his chiton with a blade pointed to his throat.

"You arrogant ass!" spit out the leader, "How dare you question my loyalty and abilities! Two years I have been here serving the needs of these barbarians! I have performed my duties here as a servant, all for the needs of this mission." He pressed his dagger in drawing some blood, "Do not question me or give me a reason to forget myself.

The mercenary shoved the delegate hard back against the wall. He turned to his men and saw the anguish and doubt shadowing over their faces. They were growing nervous and ill at ease. The recent killings had brought the death toll to six; already half of his original unit was dead. Although, he would never admit it opening, he understood this mission was falling into despair. The young leader would need to act fast before the morale of his men dissipated. Without a success, he could only predict a few of his men abandoning the mission altogether. He would need to do something to boast the confidence of his men.

"There is a hunt set for tomorrow" began the young leader, "I will go myself to…." He was interrupted when voices are heard echoing out from the entrance of the stables. They then heard footsteps approach them.

"Andros!" called out Philotas, "Are you here?"

The men in the overcrowded quarters sat quiet and still as the sound of scuffling feet meandered towards them. A few of the mercenaries quickly disperse out with the Athenian delegate through a small door located at the back of the stables. Several of the men stay behind crunched behind stacks of hay and stable doors. Casually from out among the mercenaries, a single man remains; a dark eye youth emerged from the darkness of the stables to greet the young companions.

"Ah there you are!" called Coenus startled by the sudden appearance of the lead groomsman, "What are you doing back here?"

"I was stocking the newly arrived supplies." Quickly replied the young man as he wiped the sweat from his nervous brow "Is there something you require, Sires?"

Philotas studied the young groomsman scanning the empty area around them. He found it strange that there were no signs of bags or other supplies stacked against the walls. Before he was able to put forth a question, he was distracted by the tousling laughter and voices entering into the stables. They all turn to see Alexander come into view.

"We were sent to retrieve you for the Prince; but it would seem he will talk to you here." stated Parmenion's son, "Alexander! We are here!"

"Ah Andros!" jubilantly called out the Prince, "Joy to you!"

"Sire" bowed the baffled young groomsman, "How may I be of service?"

"I have good news!" jovially continued Alexander, "The King wishes you to join us on our hunt tomorrow, as one of my guards!"

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At the Amyntor Residence,

Hephaestion stretched his leg testing its flexibility. He was feeling strong and fully recovered from his injuries. A groomsman walked up to the young man with his golden horse in tow. Having received no word from Alexander, Hephaestion had decided to ride into the market to seek him out.

"Hephaestion!" came a voice that raised a cold chill and a deep seeded annoyance within his body, "Where are you off to?"

Hephaestion grimaced in frustration as he came to recognize Pericles' distinct accent. "Wait! I will join you. I could use a ride." continued his former friend, "I grow tired of being confined indoors."

"Pericles. I am off to the Agora" stated Hephaestion without turning to acknowledge his one time lover, "I have personal errands to tend to. I had hoped to go alone."

"Surely Hephaestion you can find some to spend with me. I am set to leave tomorrow with your father for Thracia. I sail back to Athens in a few days." stepped up the lanky youth ignorant to the growled expression on Hephaestion's face. "Are we no longer at the very least friends, after all our history together?"

"It is because of our past friendship that I have endured your presence here!" snapped Hephaestion unwilling to be riddled with guilt as a purpose to concede to Pericles' wishes, "Had it been my choice, I would have sent you home several days ago."

Pericles looked away to hide the grief forming on his face. He was still coming to terms with the downfall of his relationship with his once best friend. He held back from reaching out to embrace Hephaestion. He stood downhearted and lost for words as he looked at his friend. Images of the previous night of being huddled with the mercenaries in the gardens tormented him. Pericles was in disbelief that he had ever contemplated risking the life of his friend, regardless of the lost love between them. Even with the knowledge that it had not been Hephaestion and the Prince in the main gardens, but rather one of royal companions offered no comfort to Pericles. In his mind, he still saw the death of the two mercenaries who accompanied him. He could not erase the look of death in their eyes. Quietly, the young Athenian could not wait to return back to civilization away from the brutality and bloodshed that came with staying in Macedonia. As Pericles contained to gaze upon his friend, his heartbreak turned into rage, 'You are one of them now' thought the young Athenian silently to himself through his glare, 'You can only mark your own death with them, these Barbarians! So be it Hephaestion, I am done with you!'

Feeling that Pericles remained behind him, Hephaestion bite his lip as he clenched to the rein of his horse, "Tell me Pericles on the night of the banquet, where were you?", turned Hephaestion with dark eyes at his former lover,. Having received no response, but a penetrating glare directed at him, Hephaestion reached out to shove Pericles' shoulder, "I will find out the truth. I can see from the bruises and cuts on your arms and legs you were involved."

"I did nothing!" refuted Pericles with rage, "As I have told you, I merely fell on some vines in the gardens when trying to find my way back to the banquet hall."

"I know there is more to what you are saying happened" gruffed Hephaestion unconvinced, "The look upon your face when you saw me unscathed and unharmed upon your return to the hall was my first clue. But then your explanation as to your whereabouts simply lacked the logic and was unpersuasive. Your injuries are far worse than that expected from a simple fall."

"It is not my integrity that you should question, but rather that of your new friend, the blacksmith's son!" spit out the lanky youth as he shoved Hephaestion's shoulder, "He has secrets that lie deeper than any I have ever crafted during the tenure of our relationship. I have never misspoken or held back any misperceptions of myself to you. You should look to your new friend and ask who he truly is?"

"I will not be lured in with your jealous games!" retorted Hephaestion, "Again, my relationship with Alexander is of no concern to you."

"I hear that you are to join him for a hunt soon" continued Pericles, "I am told the Prince will be partaking in this hunt. Perhaps then you can ask the Prince as to whom your Alexander truly is!"

Before Hephaestion was able to comment, two pounding rumbles of approaching horses are seen riding into the main courtyard, "Hephaestion!" called out Hector.

Hephaestion immediately stepped forward to grab Pericles arm, ""Whoever you may have been in the past to me is over! I have had enough of your lies that you continue to tell me now! It is because of our past am I able to see the malicious and ruthless man you have become. Perhaps during our relationship I never saw your lies. But after these past weeks, I do believe you have more than made up for in your manipulative and deceiving performances." He then backed away from his friend. However, before he was able to move away, Pericles clutched for his arm, "Do not let your love be blinded by desire. Go and ask your new friend about the Prince, and see for yourself who betrayed you!" He leaned closer, "NO let me tell you myself… your friend is…."

"Enough of your lies!" snorted Hephaestion as he shoved Pericles away, "What you did not count on is that my feelings for Alexander goes deeper than that I ever had for you!" snarled the Young Amyntor, "No matter what flaws Alexander may possess, I am by far happier and more content. With him I would endure everything and forgive anything." Hephaestion then briskly turned to walk away before Pericles was able to continue with his argument. The two riders ride up and rein their horses near the youths.

"Is everything alright here?" asked Hector as he darted a hard look at the Athenian, "Pericles, I had though we were rid of you!"

"Do not concern yourself with him" cut Hephaestion, "He was leaving!" The young Amyntor then stepped up to clasp the shoulder of the other rider who had quickly dismounted, "Leonnatus, what brings you here?" exclaimed Hephaestion as he stood before the companion to avert his defensive advance, "I could use some good news".

"Joy to you as well" suspiciously responded the young brawny youth, as he cranked his neck over to stare at the Athenian youth growling at them, "Are you certain everything is alright?"

"Of course, Leonnatus!' cut Hephaestion with little regard to his former friend standing behind them, "I was planning to ride to the Agora in hopes of finding Alexander."

"Hephaestion!" called out Pericles, "Hephaestion!"

Leonnatus turned swiftly out from under Hephaestion's clasp to face the Athenian, "I do believe my friend has asked you to leave!" snarled the older companion, "Of course you require some assistance, I would suggest you go!"

"Come my friend!' calmly offered the young Amnytor, "He is nothing. Do not waste your energy on him!" He threw his arm back over the brawny youth's shoulder, "I had not heard from Alexander regarding our hunt. Is one still planned?"

"Indeed" smiled Hector, "But with the recent attacks in the palace…"

"Our plans for the hunt have been slightly put aside" replied the taller companion upon seeing that Pericles had finally retreated, "But fear not…"

"What my meat headed friend means to say" teased Hector as he pushed ahead of his fellow comrade, "You will still be given an opportunity to prove your manhood, Hephaestion! There is still a chance for your Macedonian side to surface!"

"Hah!" laughed out the Young Amyntor as he slapped the baby faced youth's arm, "I may prove more of one than you!"

"We will see!"

"Now tell me" coolly stated Hephaestion as he led the companions to a table of wines and food, "Why did not Alexander come here personally?"

The two youth stare at each other waiting for the other to respond. Leonnatus slapped Hephaestion on his back, "He is with his father" he explained, "Alexander is busy preparing for the hunt with the others. He is always one for details. I would expect he is out organizing and reorganizing every last piece of his gear."

"Alexander will be here tomorrow before dawn to meet you" explained Hector with a roguish smirk, "He is quite eager to go on this hunt!"

"Well then" gestured Hephaestion as he offered a bowl of wine to each youth. He saw the relief over their faces. Contrary to his feelings towards Pericles, Hephaestion could not set aside his old friend's words. There was something Alexander was hiding and try as he might, the young Amyntor could not set aside his growing anxiety and curiosity. By all the furries, Hephaestion determined, he would settle this matter once and for all during the hunt.

"To the hunt!" announced Hector, drawing Hephaestion out of his musing, "And to friendship!"

"Aye" joined in the young Amyntor as he concentrated on the men before him over his bowl, "To the hunt!"

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Back at the Royal Stables,

"Me?" questioned the young groomsman, "I hardly see myself capable to serve you as a guard. Surely your companions are far more trained and skilled!"

"It was actually the King who has requested this" announced Alexander, "Your performance in the gardens truly impressed him."

"Yes Andros!" added Philotas, "You killed two mercenaries single-handedly. This was no small deed. You have proven a worthy soldier."

"Agreed!" continued the Prince, "To have you along side me will persuade my father from sending half the royal guards out for the hunt tomorrow."

"Come along with us" offered Coenus as he threw an arm around the dark haired youth, "You have served as an excellent sparring partner in the training exercise for months now." He looked across at Philotas with a smug expression, "I do believe you are the only one to put Parmenion son's ego in check. How many times has Philotas here conceded to you in defeat?"

"Five…" mumbled the groomsman, "But I am not one for battle or bloodshed. The Prince knows of this. I have no desire to becoming a soldier."

"I appreciate your concerns Andros," sympathetically replied Alexander, "I do recall the stories of your father and brother. As you have described they were men of valor." The Prince placed a hand on young servant's shoulder, "I only ask you to be my guard. I am not asking you to join me to Persia…"

"As of yet, but give it time" jumbled Coenus with laughter in his tone, "Alexander here can be quite convincing."

"All I asked is you give it a day." Continued the Prince lightheartedly, "Join me for the hunt and see for yourself where your skills lie. You may find yourself better suited as a soldier than as a groomsman."

The dark eyed youth looked distraughtly at the men around him. He was outnumbered. Andros knew he had no fighting chance of convincing the Prince or his companions otherwise. "As you wish my Prince" he finally replied in defeat. "I will be ready in the morning."

"Excellent!" smiled the Prince in satisfaction, "I intend to ride out at early dawn. We will all meet here." He gave another slap on Andros' shoulder, "For your last duties, have your men prepare Xenophon for me. I will have Bucephalus rest for our ride out to Eumolpia. I will first go to the armories then return to look in on them..." Alexander then turned to walk way with his companions. Walking some distance away from the stables, the Prince leaned close to Parmenion's son, "I wish for you to keep a close eye on our new guard" he whispered, "Something is not right!"

"I agree Alexander, I see it too".

As the Prince headed out of the stables, the awaiting mercenaries straggled out menacingly. The dark eyed leader stood back loathing at the fact that Alexander had survived the most recent attacks unscathed. The hunt would perhaps provide the perfect opportunity. As expected, the companions would ride spread out over the fields, there would be more than ample possibilities to attack the Prince while he rode alone. It was now time to put their plan with the Young Amyntor into motion. Hephaestion would play a key element in their assassination attempts of the Prince.

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Next Day at the Amyntor Residence,

The previous night sky had yet to be ridden by Apollo's chariot when Hephaestion stepped outside of his residence. All above him, the sky was painted a dusty pink with borders of yellow and orange. The air was still with the exception of an occasional gentle breeze that blew through the nearby trees. Although it was predawn and the sun had yet to break through above, the morning yearned to begin. As the young Amyntor walked out towards the stable, he could already feel the dry heat of the region. The Macedonian humidity was a sharp contrast to the coolness and ocean breeze that engulfed the coast line of Athens. In his mind, Hephaestion missed the metropolitan life of the old Greek city of Athens. It was a place filled with culture, of art and of his childhood memories. Yet, having spent a summer in Macedonia, Hephaestion's heart grew to love this country. He felt an instant belonging and connection with its people, its beauty and way of life. But it was also in Macedonia that Hephaestion believed he found his one true love. Could it be possible to find such a gift from the Gods?

Unable to sleep, Hephaestion had decided to re-exam his horse and gear for the day's hunt. He could not contain his excitement and anticipation to at last spend time with Alexander. The young Amyntor shook his head amused with his gaiety. As he walked through the front courtyard, the sprinting thud of horses drew Hephaestion out of his thoughts. He looked up to see three men bring their stallions to a standstill within the main courtyard of his residence. His heart burst with excitement as he came to recognize the lead rider leap off his horse. The golden ray of Alexander's blond hair and beaming smile ruptured through the darkness of the early morning. Hephaestion held back his initial reaction and refrained from running enthusiastically towards his friend. Instead, he walked casually up to the visitors as he flung his chlamys behind his shoulders. "Joy to you Alexander!" welcomed Hephaestion, as he happily walked up, "You are early?"

"Alexander is not one to wait idly for things to happen" teased the red haired youth, "All morning he has been restless."

"Hmph.. Seleucus!" laughed out Philotas as he smacked his friend's thigh, "You are only sore for being awoken early from your warm bed."

"And a night of heavy drinking!" joined in Alexander, "You should have known better than to go out and fill yourself the evening before a hunt. Of course, you could have stayed in this morning…. with the other ladies of Court!"

"Hah!" waved Seleucus, "I could outride and hunt any one of you no matter my physical condition."

"Which says nothing for your mental condition!" jibed Parmenion's son, "No matter what you may say, it is as minute as an acorn."

"Do not think of yourself any better….." continued the red haired youth

The Prince stepped forward to embrace Hephaestion and whispered in his ear, "Come let us leave the women to themselves. They have been at each other the entire ride here!" explained Alexander, "Seleucus is not much of an early morning person. I tire of their bickering."

Hephaestion leaned back with a smile on his face eager to spend a brief moment alone with Alexander. "Well let me then give you a small tour of the grounds, as I go out and prepare my horse."

"Excellent idea!" grinned the Prince. He looked to his comrades behind him, "Boys! Wait here. I will go with Hephaestion to collect his horse and gear."

"Alexander" exclaimed Philotas, "Let us…."

"I will be fine!' tersely replied the Prince as he glared at his friend to cut any further discussion, "I say stay! And wait here for me!"

Hephaestion stood amazed at his friend's sudden change in demeanor as the other men appeared to almost stand in attention to Alexander's order. He raised his brows to study their taut behavior, why would the royal companions adhere to the request of a blacksmith's son. He is pulled out of his thoughts when he felt a hand slide down his back. Hephaestion!" ecstatically announced the Prince, "Please lead the way." as he pressed his hand on the young Amyntor's back.

"Of course" replied Hephaestion slightly astounded to the display of obedience he had just witnessed, "Follow me." Just then a servant approached them, "Midas! Please take their horses and offer these men something to drink or eat!" instructed the young Amyntor taking Alexander's arm to guide him through the grounds.

"I understand this land has been with your family for many years" started Alexander as he looked into the direction of the open field, "You grow olives?"

"We also raise horses" pointed Hephaestion towards the grassy plain filled with grazing animals, "My father is renowned for breeding exceptional war stallions."

"Of course, I have been told" agreed the Prince, "Father tells me… that ahh the King plans to purchase several of them for his guards."

"This is true" proudly replied Hephaestion, "Do you wish to see them?" as he began to direct Alexander to the pasture.

"Perhaps another day" halted the Prince, "It is just the others are to meet us soon… and I do not wish to keep them waiting."

"Yes… another day" muttered Hephaestion, "Now is not the time."

Alexander sensing Hephaestion's disappointment gripped his friend's hand, "I can see from here that they are fine beasts, more spectacular than any raised in Arabia."

"More so" responded the young Amyntor gaining confidence, "Come I will show you the stables." He then guided his friend through the small yard pass large Oak trees and opened flower beds. Hephaestion quivered a warm sensation as he felt a callused thumb rub down to grab hold of his hand. His heart raced in excitement as he scanned over his shoulder to see a playful smile greet him. Then suddenly and brusquely he was pulled behind an oversized tree and pinned up against it. Immediately, Hephaestion was hungrily met with dry lips that crushed against him. He made no move to resist, welcoming the hot tongue that slipped through his lips. In silence the youths lose themselves as they deepen their kiss into a passionate union with hands roaming down each others arms, back and waist. Alexander pushed himself closer on his friend as if trying to merge them into one. He could feel Hephaestion hard body under the thin layered chiton. The Prince was desperate, fearful that this would be the last moment he would share with his friend. It loomed over Alexander throughout the morning of his challenging task of confessing his true identity to Hephaestion. He was not one to forego any arduous undertaking, be it in battle or at Mieza. Yet with the matter of the heart, with his feelings for Hephaestion, he was almost weak, at a lost. Alexander knew he had no choice but to confront his friend later today; the time had finally come to face the truth and all its consequences. The notion of the possibility of sharing this last moment with his friend raised panic in the young Prince. With further anguish, he embraced Hephaestion tighter and with more passion.

The young Amyntor relished in the unexpected kiss. He was in complete ecstasy taking pleasure in the moment, reciprocating the same adore and desire. Hephaestion no longer needed to be convinced; he was in love. There was an unbelievable connection with Alexander. It was instant and natural. For sometime the young men carried on in their closed universe, oblivious to their surroundings, until they are interrupted by the sound of crushed leaves and cautious footsteps.

"Hephaestion!" called out a deep uncertain voice. "Is that you?"

"Father!" quickly replied the young Amyntor as he slide under Alexander's hold and gently pushed him away, "Yes is it me." He half-hazardously straightened his chiton and stepped out from behind the tree. "Father!"

"What are you….?" Began the General but stopped mid sentence as he saw the young man emerge from the tree. "I am sorry my son… I had not thought…."

"Father!" breathed out Hephaestion as he struggled to regain himself, "I would like for you to meet Alexander."

"Ahhh the son of the blacksmith" smiled the older Amyntor, "Finally we meet. I have heard so much about you."

"Sir!" humbly replied the Prince as he bowed his head in respect, "I too have heard a great many things about you, General Amyntor. Hephaestion has spoken fondly of you."

"As he does for you!" smiled the General, "So what brings you here at the crack of dawn."

"He is here to take me on a hunt." explained the young Amyntor, "Do you not recall I had told you of this a few nights ago."

"Ah yes I do recall." nodded the General, "Well then perhaps my son you should gather your horse and weapons."

"We were heading towards the stables" continued Hephaestion, "I had Xanthus made ready this morning."

"Go on Hephaestion and gather yourself." directed the General, "Alexander, why not stay here with me. The servants are more than able to assist my son. Perhaps you can indulge an old man with an introduction of yourself."

"Father" argued the young Amyntor, "Alexander and I have no time to waste. I only meant to get my horse then…"

"Nonsense, Hephaestion!" brushed the General, "I only wish to get to know your new friend here. I promise to not harm him."

"It is alright!" offered the Prince, with a faint reassuring smile, "Go and collect your gear. I will wait here with your father."

"Of course!" joined in the Older Amyntor, "This will give us time to get to know each other better, Alexander and me."

"I will only be a moment, Alexander" reluctantly responded Hephaestion, as he looked at his father puzzled, "Ah Let… me gather my horse and a few provisions."

The Prince blushed in doubt but held back any further resistance as he turned and gave a small nod to the General. "I will be here." He signaled Hephaestion forward, "Go on ahead! I will be fine here with your father." The young Amyntor studied the two men before him suddenly apprehensive and bewildered as to whether there was something he had missed. Then with some trepidation, he agreed, "Be good to him father!" playfully warned Hephaestion, "He is a good man. Alexander reminds me a lot of you" The young Amyntor turned to face his father and slapped him on the shoulder, "I will be right back!" He then spun around and dashed off to the main stables.

"Take your time Son!" encouraged the General, "Alexander and I will be out near the back gardens" He then directed the Prince to a large shaded veranda, "Come Alexander, let us share a drink."

The young Prince offered a nervous smile as he followed the general towards the shaded canopy. He graciously accepted a bowl handed to him by a servant before taking a seat. For a brief moment, the two men sat in silence. Alexander stared across the distant adjourning fields as he struggled to come up with something to say.

"So Hephaestion tells me you will hunt near the mountainside" began the old general as he took a sip of his wine, "If memory serves me well, this is an excellent place to find wild boar."

"My friends and I frequent that area" explained Alexander, "The last time we hunted there we killed two."

"And where are your friends?" looked up the General in curiosity, "They are members of the companions, are they not?"

"Yes sir!" proudly replied the Prince, "Most of them serve the Prince directly."

"Ahh yes, I do believe I met a couple of them here at my home and few at the banquet a few nights ago" recalled the General, "They are all fine men."

"Indeed they are, Sir", stated Alexander before taking another sip, "Good men!"

Again, they sat in silence. The Prince felt himself flush as he glanced up to see the General staring intently at him. He gave a small clumsy grin, "Hephaestion tells me you plan to retire from the army?"

"I had planned to, but the King … well Philip has other ideas. But enough about me." carried on the General as he continued to measure the boy before him, "Tell me Alexander, how do you plan to go hunting without your kit?" observed the General, "How do you intend to hunt without a javelin or a sword? Are you so confident to only have need for your bare hands?"

With a small laughter, Alexander set down his bowl, "Oh my friends have all the necessary supplies" he quickly stated, "I had ordered them to meet me near the outskirts of town."

"Ordered? Whom your companions?"

"Yes!" arrogantly continued the Prince, "I had instructed them to gather the other companions to meet me out near the… hmm " He caught himself and stopped short suddenly aware of his mistake; and unexpected disclosure. He struggled to regain himself. "Well you see …my friends. They will be waiting.…"

"I see!" drank the General as he raised a brow at the Prince. He then reclined back in his chair with a wide smile as he adjusted himself into a comfortable position, "Now my son tells me you have been training with the royal guards?"

Alexander was more attentive this time. He would not allow for himself to slip up. "Yes…sir. I have for some time now."

"Your father must be proud" replied the General as he took another sip of his wine, "Miltos' is his name, correct? He once fought with the army?"

"Yes he did" stated Alexander feeling unnerved with having to lie to the General, "One day my father would like to see me lead... when the right time comes. When I am older."

"After Mieza?"

"Yes, perhaps in a season or…." His voiced trailed in astonishment and shock. Was it possible, Hephaestion father knew his true identity? "Sir?"

"Alexander… or should I say, Prince Alexander" announced the General as he sat straight up in this chair, "I have known your father, the King since we were boys. You look to be everything he described you to be."

"Sir… I do not…" stuttered the Prince in complete disarray and confusion, "I do not understand."

"My Prince, I do not know what games you are playing" continued the General with a monotonous look, "But I have no intention of idly watching my son get hurt."

TBC

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