FIC: Hazards Of Friendship ( 5-6 / WIP )
Hello all,
At long last Hephaestion is able to gather his search party and ride out to rescue his Beautiful Golden One. At the same time Bucephalus struggles to save and guard his Dear Master from all kinds of dangers. I must warn you for another cliffhanger towards the end. Hephaestion finds his Dear One - but has he arrived in time?
All the best wishes! Read and enjoy!
// NorthernLight
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TEMPLATE:
Title: FIC: Hazards Of Friendship ( 5 / WIP)
Author: NorthernLight
Email address: aur_bor@yahoo.com
Category: Love/Friendship/Adventure story. Alternate Reality.
Pairing: Alexander & Hephaestion
Date: January 2005.
Feedback: Yes, all kinds, on or off list, as you please.
Archive: Yes, if you like, but please tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. For entertainment only. Not for gain - my work is for my deep interest in Alexander and Hephaestion, their time and adventures.
Rating: R
Beta: Denise. Many thanks for intersting discussions and suggestions.
Summary: In the beginning of his reign Alexander made a campaign towards the Danube. Some rumor said that he was severely wounded, dead or missing in action. Perhaps Demosthenes made it up, perhaps there was some truth in it.
Warnings: This is AU, very close to but not ”real” history. Violence, hard fighting, angst and intrigues. Envious people with insulting behavior. Horrible accident and traumatic events for major characters. Attack of ferocious wolves. Cliffhanger - but I promise Alexander will be revived in next part.
Author’s note: Ferocious packs of hungry wolves are not only a peril from Ancient times. In my remote part of the world they are running rampant in our forests, often to devour our poor domestic animals.....
Dedication: To Juu. Written on behalf of your fic challenge about Hephaestion and his constant trouble with the envious generals.
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Hazards Of Friendship, Part V
The Danube 335 BC
Divine Rescue
Bucephalus thought his last moment had come. His Dear Master was lost in a whirlpool of blue green water and he found himself struggling for dear life in the merciless torrents. He moved his powerful legs, propelling himself towards where he supposed the shore must be. To his great dismay it simply wasn’t there. Cold water filled his lungs, he felt himself sinking deep into the river, floating endlessly down into a cold, blue green tunnel.
Suddenly a flare of wonderful white, turquoise and blue light immersed him. He opened his eyes and saw the Horse Goddess once more. She was swimming towards him and grasped at his bridle with her lithe hands, dragging him forcefully up to the surface. Life giving air rushed into his lungs, filling them up, reviving and painful at the same time. A Voice filled with kind reassureance adamantly told him:
”No, dearest friend of mine. It’s not your time yet. Not for many years. Your Dear Master needs you desperately!”
She guided him towards the shore and saw him safely up on it. When he stood there on shaking legs she pointed upstream.
”There! Follow the river upstream. Then you’ll find King Alexander - and when you do you must stand close guard over him. He will need all your cleverness and strength to save his very life!”
Bucephalus tried to run in his usual fast canter, soon finding he simply wasn’t up to it. His legs were shaky and he was shivering from cold and weakness. He staggered from side to side, bumping into boulders and thorny spruces and junipers. Several times he fell down to his shackles and he had great difficulties in rising. At long last he saw his Dear Master - and a strange, wraith like appearance at his side. It was the Dear One - but at the same time it wasn’t. Hephaestion didn’t have any true substance, yet he was really there, reviving his Alexander with rough ministrations. He now patted the astounded horse’s muzzle with an insubstantial hand, telling him:
”Take good care of your Dear Master for me! Alexander is in a bad way right now!”
Then he just disappeared in a whisp of fog and a strange opalescent violet light. Bucephalus watched amazed before he turned to his Dear Master with deep concern. Alexander was lying still and cold. His face was white and his lips were blue from cold and lack of air. One could hardly see if he was breathing and each sparse breath came with a stertorous rattle. Bucephalus tried to revive him, licking his face and hands, nudging him carefully as he tried to make his big hooves as soft as possible. All ministrations were to no avail whatsoever. Alexander remained still and white as a marble statue. There were only some weak movements and low moanings shoving there was still some life left in him.
The faithful horse soon got both hungry and thirsty after his hard fighing and ordeals in the cold river water. He wandered away a short distance to drink from the river and graze on the meager grass, herbs, moss and lichen at the river shore. All the time he kept a close watch over his Master. He dared to explore the vicinity and found some big, light green tufts with very hard and tough sprigs, carrying an abundance of shrunken and wrinkled blue berries that miraculously seemed to have survived the hunger of all other animals and the cold of winter. Normally he would have scorned them but now they made his stomach grumble with a heartily appetite. Some important memory far back in his clever mind made him stay his eager muzzle. Alexander once showed just the same tufts and berries to Hephaestion, telling the Dear One they were a most important cure for some human ailments Bucephalus didn’t understand. He decided to wait and give the blue berries to Alexander when he woke up. He surely was in desperate need of all the help he could get!
Reluctant Prey
A distant howling interrupted Bucephalus’ meager meal. The pack of wolves were looking down from the sheer cliffs. Now they came jumping and running down the steep precipice. It was as if some cruel Dark God of vengeance had led them there, to find the faithful horse and his Dear Master when they were overcome by weakness and dangerously vulnerable.
The ferocious beasts were soon running rampant all over the place. Some of the boldest ones came dangerously close, nibbling at Alexander. Fortunately they only took some bites into his armor, breaking their razor sharp teeth upon it. Bucephalus shared all horses’ normal instincts to run far away from all beasts of prey but with his Dear Master in such a dreadful peril he was able to overcome his fearfulness. He bravely ran right into the pack, kicking and smashing all around with his powerful hooves, like a black cloud of Thunder and Fury. Some of the strongest wolves managed to jump all over him, scratching and biting his velvet black hide, locking their jaws painfully into his flesh. The pain was searing and maddening. He reared up on his powerful hind legs, neighing furiously and shaking them all off. Now ten or twelve of the voracious beasts lay dead in a heap of bloodied fur all around Alexander. The rest of the pack ran off, howling with hungry disappointment from far away.
Bucephalus immediately got back to Alexander and stood there closely watching over him. He was seriously concerned about his health and well being. He had never seen his Dear Master inactive for such a long time. No, Alexander was always up and about, engaging himself and all others in all kinds of activities and wonderful plans and designs - and he was always warm, glorious, golden and filled with that exuberant energy that was his, and only his. Now this energy seemed to have left him completely. Not even an attack from a whole pack of ravenous wolves could wake him up!
The clever horse understood that Alexander needed something more, someone else to take him back to Life. Bucephalus watched in desperation up the steep precipice. Where ever was Hephaestion? He had never before been so wanted and needed.
The big black horse suddenly felt his powerful legs give way under him. He lay down, panting from total exhaustion. Before he passed out he managed to lay his head over his Master’s chest, covering him with his long, black, silky mane. Darkness fell over them, and the sky reared as a dark blue cupola adorned with glittering stars and a crescent moon desperately trying to give the exposed couple some of the scarce warmth they could offer. The moisture from the daytime froze to glittering white rime frost all around. Soon beatiful and soft, but deadly cold snowflakes whirled all over the place, covering them as a deceitful white blanket.
The hungry wolves returned at the dead of night, eager for their helpless prey. They saw the unmoving, golden haired man, quite unable to defend himself. Then the crescent moon sent its silvery rays down from the velvet dark sky, showing them the big stallion lying at the side of his Dear Master, like a black demon cloud of danger and destruction.
The wolf pack sneaked back into the cold night. This was not their usual, hapless prey. Facing such a dangerous and faithful Guardian they would have to find their next meal at some other place.
Rescue Preparations
Hephaestion had gotten all the necessary things packed for the King’s rescue, and was feeling ready himself, being armed to his teeth and dressed in his warm bearskin cloak. He looked with satisfaction at the kind pack horses and went to search for his reliable war stallion. Castor wasn’t at his usual place at the horse lines. The stable hands pointed towards the precipice.
”He has been morose since after the King’s accident, General. He hasn’t eaten or taken any water, and he doesn’t want to leave that place. One could almost think he understands the disaster that has stricken us. He sure misses Bucephalus, them being the very best of friends. ”
”Of course he understands, Lachnos! My Castor is the wisest amongst horses. If only he had been able to teach the King’s reckless stallion some of his own common sense!”
The big, chestnut colored stallion stood looking down over the steep precipice, watching into the swirling river. His head was hanging low in despair and he mirrored Hephaestion’s own feelings of bereavement so closely the young man felt a hot tear drop down his cold cheek. Peritas sat close beside him, howling mornfully at the deep blue green waters. Pollux ran up to his friend, barking and yelping in his ear. Alexander’s favorite dog immediately begun to wag his tail and the both dogs ran up to Hephaestion. He gently patted their heads and ears and told them: ”Good dogs, good dogs! Now you must come with me immediately and help me find Alexander and Bucephalus! By the looks of you I almost think you understand all of this horrible mess we’re in. ”
He took a step towards Castor and put his arms around the great stallion’s neck, softly telling him: ”My faithful one, I understand how you must miss Alexander and Bucephalus - but you can help us finding them. I need someone reliable when I search for them - and you must be able to home in to Bucephalus! First I want you to have something to eat. We cannot let you out on this important mission on an empty stomach. ”
He adamantly told the stable hand: ” Give him some fine barley and tepid water at once! Now I think he will eat and drink. And - get the dogs some strengthening meat and juicy bones before we set out!”
”Yes, General. I’ll see to it immediately. ”
Hephaestion took Castor at the bridle and gently led him away from the precipice. The dogs followed, barking with anticipation. Suddenly he staggered and his legs gave way under him. He felt dizzy, almost at the verge of fainting. Cleitus was there immediately, taking him into his powerful arms.
”Here, here, my friend. Always the same, always thinking more of the welfare of others before your own. Our dear animals surely need to eat, but so do you too! You haven’t taken anything at all since yesterday morning, before the battle and all our recent troubles. Let’s share a jar of well watered wine, with some hot broth, bread and ham to go with it. ”
Hephaestion could hear his stomach grumble and eagerly answered: ”That sounds fine, my friend. Just what I need right now. ”
Cleitus gave him strong support as they walked back to his tent, telling the servants to immediately bring them the food and drink. They sat down and shared the meal in silence, feeling one another’s troubled thoughts as a cloud of anguish soaring all around the simple camp table. When the last morsel of bread was being swallowed Cleitus took a careful look at Hephaestion.
”Yes, now you’re looking much better. You’ve even got some color back on your cheeks. You surely needed that before we’re setting out to find the King. ”
”Yes, Cleitus, but you won’t be following me. I think I can manage well with my strong guards and Doctor Philip. You are more needed here in camp, looking after things for me and Alexander. There’s too much intrigue and devilry afoot. We must have someone strong and reliable to hold the pretenders back! ”
”You are quite right at that, my friend - but I surely think Ptolemy, Leonnatus and Lysimachus can manage things here around for us until we return with the King. You must set your pride and independence aside and understand that YOU need someone strong and reliable at your side to be successful! Our rescue mission is the most important thing right now - and who am I to abandon you and Alexander when you need me the most!”
Hephaestion rose and embraced him in silence, nodding in acceptance to his suggestion.
Setting Out
The both men carefully armed themselves with swords, spears, daggers, bows and quivers filled with arrows. At last they dressed in warm fur cloaks and went outside. The horses were ready with all the necessary packing, Stefanos and Alexios stood waiting and Doctor Philip was there, holding his clever, silver gray donkey Silena at the bridle. They mounted the eager horses, with Pollux and Peritas running around barking expectantly.
Craterus came up to them, followed by Cassander and Eumenes.
”General Hephaestion! Is it really wise to ride out searching for the King with such a small party? Shouldn’t we send a whole ile (cavalry unit consisting of 64 men and horses) to accompany you?”
”Yes, General Craterus. This would have been a good idea under more normal circumstances - but in my vision I exactly saw the King’s present whereabouts. It’s easier to get there with a small party. We don’t want to draw too much attention to us. You must stay here and be on your guard against all our enemies. They might want to attack us once more, thinking us defenceless and disordered with the King missing. ”
”That would be a grave mistake. We’ll give them a hard welcome. Our men are eager for revenge. Now I wish you good luck with your mission and I surely hope you will return to us soon with the King. ”
Hephaestion and Cleitus nodded in acceptance before they urged their horses on and rode out from camp. They were eager to be away, feeling suffocating waves of intrigue vibrating all around.the place The wind brought three insidious and unanimous whispers right into Hephaestion’s sensitive ears.
//”That man! It’s a crying shame that he is alive and King Alexander perhaps not! ”
”He must be insane, letting the King’s rescue depend upon some imaginary vision of his!”
”Don’t you worry. He will return in disgrace from his wild goose chase - and then we can easily get rid of him!”//
Hephaestion shuddered at their malice and he felt ice cold shivers creeping up and down his spine. Then he took a deep breath of the fresh, cold air rushing from the river valley, letting it cleanse him from all malicious influences. The small rescue company rode downstream, carefully looking for a safe place of descent.
At the Shore of the Danube
They rode for ever and ever as it seemed. At long last Hephaestion saw something familiar from his strange dream. Two tall junipers stood at the precipice, almost like a welcoming portal. Between them was a safe path leading directly down to the river shore. It was steep but broad enough for men and horses. Castor sniffed in something and immediately started his descent. Hephaestion gently patted his neck, feeling a wonderful reassurance.
” Yes. This surely is the right place! You, my friend, with all your prudence, would have refused to carry me down here if it wasn’t. Pollux! Peritas! Search for Alexander! Now!”
The both dogs run before the search party, yelping and barking. The men sat off, carefully leading their horses down the path. It had many bendings and knuckles but it led them safely down to the river shore. Behind a high, mossy boulder they heard Pollux and Peritas give a marking bark. It sounded ominously weak before giving way to some sorrowful yelpings.
Hephaestion and Cleitus were the first coming round the boulder. They were met by a sad sight. A circle of big, furry wolves lay dead in puddles of clotted blood a short distance from the river shore. Alexander lay still and lifeless in their middle. Bucephalus was close at his side, his head resting on his Dear Master’s breast, covering him with his silken black mane. Man and horse were covered with a thin layer of cold, powdery snow and glittering rime frost. No signs of life whatsoever were to be seen.
TBC
Hello all,
Here comes part six of Hazards. In this chapter we will see how warm Love and friendship can overcome the very worst of calamities and adversities. While Alexander recuperates in warming furs, together with his True Steadfast Friend, General Craterus finds that it is a hard and dangerous work to lead the Macedonian Army in the King’s absence.
All the best wishes,
// NorthernLight
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TEMPLATE:
Title: FIC: Hazards Of Friendship ( 6 / WIP)
Author: NorthernLight
Email address: aur_bor@yahoo.com
Category: Love/Friendship/Adventure story. Alternate History.
Pairing: Alexander&Hephaestion
Date: January 2006.
Feedback: Yes, all kinds, on or off list, as you please.
Archive: Yes, if you like, but please tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. For entertainment only. Not for gain - my work is for my deep interest in Alexander and Hephaestion, their time and adventures.
Rating: R
Beta: Denise. Many thanks for interesting discussions and suggestions.
Summary: In the beginning of his reign Alexander made a campaign towards the Danube. Some rumor said that he was severely wounded, dead or missing in action. Perhaps Demosthenes made it up, perhaps there was some truth in it.
Warnings: This is AU, very close to but not ”real” history. Violence, hard fighting, angst and intrigues. Slash. Envious people with insulting behavior. Horrible accident and traumatic events for major characters. Hurt / comfort sequence.
Dedication: To Juu. Written on behalf of your fic challenge about Hephaestion and his constant trouble with the envious generals.
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The Shore of the Danube 335 BC
Moments of Anguish
Hephaestion gave up an anguished cry and leaped off Castor, desperately running and stumbling all over the rough ground. He soon reached Alexander and embraced his friend, finding him cold and stiff, frozen to the hard, rocky ground. His face was white as snow, slowly changing into a deathly blue pallor. He wasn’t breathing, there wasn’t any palpable pulses and Hephaestion couldn’t detect any signs of life whatsoever. Bucephalus was resting heavily on his chest and it seemed as if the clever horse must have been trying to warm Alexander with his own mane and body. Man and horse were frozen together in a death like stillness. Hephaestion embraced them both, crying and screaming out loud:
”No! NO! This must not be. Father Zeus, please let them be alive, for me, for us all. We need them so badly, and I simply cannot go on without Alexander!”
Peritas and Pollux were licking Alexander’s face with mournful whimperings, while Castor came cantering. The chestnut stallion immediately begun butting and kicking at Alexander and his good friend Bucephalus, making small worried sounds that soon grew into an anguished neighing. His frantic efforts were soon successful and the big black stallion rose, trembling and unsteady but very much alive. Both horses begun butting and nudging at their Dear Master, trying to get him to move and rise from the cold and unhealthy ground. Hephaestion embraced him fervently , holding him in his arms. He covered his friend with his own body, desperately trying to give him all of his own warmth and life force. He was crying uncontrollably, hot tears running over Alexander’s face, neck and beautiful golden hair.
”Please, please, Alexander. Come back to me! You cannot leave me like this! Not now! It is far too soon. ”
After an eternity of anguish he felt a faint shiver and he dared to look at Alexander again. There was some resemblance of life returning to his face. The uncanny blue pallor was gone but he didn’t seem to be breathing at all. Now Hephaestion could lift his friend from the hard ground and he sat cradling him in a warm and loving embrace. The dogs and horses were all over Alexander, eagerly helping to warm him up. Doctor Philip, Cleitus and the guards stood in a circle around them, looking worriedly at the awkward resuscitation attempt. They were frozen into inactivity, shocked by the horror and sadness of the situation.
At long last the good doctor got down on his knees and put two fingers on Alexander’s throat, letting them rest there for a long time. He then tilted his cheek closely over Alexander’s mouth, nodding reassuringly :
”My friends, we are not too late. Alexander is alive! I can feel a faint pulse, and he is breathing - but he is very badly off. We must do our very best to give him warmth and care! Let’s find a suitable place for our camp. ”
Hephaestion gave his friend a warming embrace, once more bursting into tears.
”Oh, thanks so much, good doctor - and all the merciful Gods who have helped us to reach here in time!”
Warming Love
Hephaestion lifted his friend and cradled him in a tender embrace. Hot tears were still running down his cheeks and his legs were trembling so badly that he was barely able to stand or walk. His faithful guards took some quick steps to his side and gave him discreet support. Cleitus, always considering every possibility, was eagerly pointing towards the steep precipice.
”Over there, my friends! Philip, your donkey seems to have found something useful! It almost looks like a grotto. ”
They walked there as fast as possible when they saw Silena braying and stomping at an opening between some stubborn junipers growing in stony crevices. The grotto was even better than they could imagine. It was filled with dry straw and had several thick beds made up from spruce twigs and soft straw. A fire place was in the middle and it even had some unburnt wood and a fine kettel left behind. Cleitus said with some calm gladness:
” At long last we have some luck this sad day! This must be a resting place for the Getae’s hunting parties. Well, let’s get a fire started. Alexander needs all the warmth he can get. ”
Cleitus and the guards quickly lighted the fire up and went out collecting some more tinder and wood. Doctor Philip unpacked his herbal remedies and made for preparing an infusion. As he went to get some water he saw Bucephalus standing near the grotto, trembling from cold and exposure. Castor tried to warm him up, rubbing him from one side, while Cleitus stubborn and foul tempered black stallion Gorgon was rubbing him from the other side. Both stallions were grumbling with worried and displeasured sounds while the guards’ both mares, Sapphire and Amethyst were looking and nodding in assent. One could almost think that the wise animals were holding a displeased conversation over the troubled affairs of their human masters. The good doctor quickly ordered the guards:
”Alexios! Stefanos! You must see to the King’s horse immediately! Poor Bucephalus is frozen stiff. He must be in good shape when Alexander needs him again. ”
The guards immediately collected some dry straw and begun giving Bucephalos a good rubbing down ans then covered him with a warm, fur lined horse blanket. They also prepared some fine and warming barley gruel, and the King’s big, black stallion was soon eating with a hearty appetite. Not even the constantly hungry and thirsty Gorgon begrudged him this well earned meal.
When he had eaten his fill the guards took Bucephalus inside the grotto. He was still shivering slightly from cold and exposure and needed warmth and rest. They then took all the other horses and the doctor’s donkey to a pasture down river. Pollux helped guarding the horses, but Peritas stayed with his Dear Master. The big, lion like dog was howling miserably and clearly showing his anxiety over Alexander’s sad condition. Hephaestion had to gently pat him on his head and tell him:
”Don’t you worry, my dear friend. Alexander will soon be all right! ”
Hephaestion carried Alexander into the grotto, very worried that his friend still hadn’t regained consciousness and that he hung so very limp in his arms. He quickly prepared a makeshift bed from the King’s own bed furs and his warming, Royal blue quilt close to the fire before undressing his friend. Alexander’s armor, greaves and chiton were almost frozen to his body and Hephaestion poured some of the heated water in a bowl and gave him a warming rub down. His whole body was badly bruised from the impact on the water surface and Doctor Philip came and gave him a thorough examination. Hephaestion asked worriedly: ”How is he, Doctor? Will he be all right? ”
”Yes, yes, I hope so. He has taken a hard beating , but it’ll heal with time. That big bruise and swelling at the left side of his neck doesn’t look well, though. It might have caused some serious damage. I don’t like it that he hasn’t woken up yet - and his limbs are far too flaccid. ”
Both men shuddered and didn’t dare to speak more about this ominous implication. Doctor Philip quickly prepared a poultice and put it on a warm compress. He carefully applied it on Alexander’s neck and wrapped a soft little sheep’s fur around with some strips of linen. There was no reaction from the patient, no signs of pain or discomfort whatsoever.
”This will take down the swelling and relieve the pain. Now we must keep him warm and safe until he wakes up. It’s all we can do right now.
Hephaestion wrapped his friend in the warm furs and quilts before he sat down and carefully lifted Alexander’s head and shoulders, taking him into his lap. Although he was dressed in his own warming bear skin cloak and sitting close by the fire he was shivering from cold, shock and anxiety all the same. Doctor Philip prepared an infusion from strengthening and warming herbs. Alexander managed to swallow some spoonfuls before he started to cough and then he was retching miserably. Hephaestion shook his head in displeasure and told Cleitus: ” This is no good. Alexander needs a far stronger remedy! Cleitus! You know what I mean. Bring me the King’s jar with his miracle cordial! ”
Cleitus immediately brought the big jar and unstoppered it. An intoxicating and revitalizing smell of strong wine and herbs filled the whole cave. Doctor Philip protested. ” No. You cannot give him strong liquor in his weakened condition! He’ll choke on it and all will be even worse!”
Hephaestion and Cleitus adamantly told him: ” This is just the right occasion for the King’s miracle cordial! We know Alexander better than you ever will. Now you must trust our good judgement! ”
Hephaestion took the jar and held it under Alexander’s nose. The young man sniffed and an air of recognizance settled in his white face. His friend carefully lifted his head and put the jar to his bluish lips.
”Here, here, my dear friend. This will surely give you your strength back!”
Alexander managed to take some small sips before he started to cought again. The good doctor told them with alarm: ”That will be enought! No more strong liquor for my patient just now! ”
Hephaestion took the jar away and put his friend to a comfortable rest in his lap. Some color returned to his pale cheeks and lips, giving him a resemblance of life. At the same time as Alexander visibly regained some of his strength and warmth, Hephaestion started to shiver violently and he had great difficulties to sit properly and maintain his supportive hold on his friend. Cleitus immediately saw his distress and unstoppered the miracle cordial once more.
”Here, my friend. You have exerted your self far too much.of late You will need a big draught of this, right now!”
Hephaestion thanked him and helped himself to the vitalizing medicine. The strong liquor had an immediate effect, giving him his warmth and strength back. Soon the grotto was filled by the wonderful smell of roasted meat and boiling herbs and vegetables. When the food was ready he managed to give Alexander some spoonfuls of the broth. The patient took it with great difficulty and couldn’t swallow much. Doctor Phiilp reassuringly told him: ”You can wait until later with this. He’ll soon regain his appetite. ”
They all ate with a hearty appetite and Hephaestion was soon feeling drowsy. He shut his eyes, leaning backwards to let the wall of the grotto give him some support. The stone was hard and unfriendly to his tired back and shoulders and he winced, once again shivering from pain and anxiety. Cleitus and the doctor saw his discomfort. They adamantly told him: ”Hephaestion! You know you haven’t been well of late. You need some proper rest - and there is a way for you to get it giving Alexander even more warmth and support. You must lie down and hold himin your arms. You will both be the better for it.”
Hephaestion nodded in approval, being too tired even to be sitting up. They helped him remove his wet and cold clothing and wrapped him in a warm fur. He was so very tired that he was barely able to move but he never let go of his careful attention to his dear friend. When he was ready he collapsed at Alexander’s side and fondly embraced him. Cleitus wrapped the both friends closely together in warm furs and reassuringly told Hephaestion: ”Sleep well and tight, my dear friend. Don’t you worry. We’ll all sit here by the fire and see to the both of you. ”
Hephaestion nodded thankfully but he simply couldn’t give in to sleep. He was so worried for Alexander. His friend was lying all too still and cold, despite their careful ministrations. He was barely breathing and despite all his damages he wasn’t showing any signs of pain. Could his neck have been broken? What if he never woke up again - or - even worse - woke up totally paralysed!
Hephaestion embraced his dear friend even closer, washing him with hot tears of anguish - but at the same time warming him with his love and friendship. Before he drifted into a troubled sleep he thought he could see some traces of a recognizing smile upon Alexander’s pale lips.
Doctor Phlip and Cleitus sat at the fire, keeping close watch over Alexander and Hephaestion. Both their Dear Ones were completely exhausted and in a severe condition. One could barely see if they even were breathing. Peritas lay close to Alexander, wrapping himself around his dear Master, now and then licking him all over his face. Pollux was doing the same for Hephaestion. If it hadn’t been such a deeply alarming situation it would have been a most endearing sight, a wonderful image of close friendship between Man and animal.
Cleitus felt he simply couldn’t take any more of the anxiety. He rose fiercely, telling the good doctor: ”I cannot stand it, seeing them both like that, and not knowing if they’ll ever wake up safe and sound again. I must go out. Someone has to take care of all those wonderful wolf furs just lying to no use at the shore!”
He brandished his very sharp knife and went out with brisk strides. At the river shore he lifted the biggest of the furry beasts and started to flay it with violent slashes, swearing silently to himself. Tears of sorrow and anger dimmed his eyes, running down his rugged cheeks. Hours passed and at long last no more wolves remained to be flayed by his angry knife. All their furs lay in a thick, rugged and heap at his feet, all their bodies in a bloody mess at the other side. He lifted the furs, bringing them inside the grotto, hanging them around its cragged walls like some wild and barbarous tapestry.
Alexander and Hephaestion lay as before, no better, no worse. Doctor Philip was soundly asleep, his head resting on his knapsack filled with herbal remedies, a hard and lumpy pillow indeed. Cleitus suddenly felt himself being totally overwhelmed by weariness. He swayed to and fro and his legs started to tremble and refused to carry him upright. It was most embarrassing but he just had to ask the faithful guards: ” Can you see to the safety of us all for a while? I understand you too must be horribly tired but you may sit right inside the grotto, so that you are able to look outside. ”
Stefanos and Alexios dutifully answered him: ”Yes, of course, General Cletus. You may trust us completely. And - we always have our horses and Silena. They never sleep at the same time and they will surely tell us if something wicked comes our way. ”
Cleitus almost fell down on his side. He just managed to drag himself to one of the makeshift beds and wrap himself into his fur cloak before he was overwhelmed by a heavy sleep, feeling himself sinking deep down into a merciful oblivion.
Revival of the Dear One
Hephaestion slept fitfully, all the time waking up to check on Alexander. His friend was no better, still looking very pale and wan. The warmth wasn’t returning properly to his chilled body, despite all the warming furs and the closeness to the fire. Hephaestion took him into an even more tender and warming embrace, trying to give him all of his own warmth and strength. He saw doctor Philip fall asleep on his knapsack, and then Cleitus succumbed to unconsciousness, rolling into his fur cloak. The guards sat at each side of the grotto’s entrance, even they half asleep. Sometimes one of them rose to put more wood onto the fire. The horses and Selena moved restlessly outside and a cold wind was bloving from the fast flowing river. Fortunately they were covered with warm fur lined blankets and they stood close to one another, offering what warmth they were able to share.
Night fell over the cold and wintry landscape. The moon and stars rose once more, adorning the velvet deep blue cupola of the sky. They were looking down on the forlorn rescue party, desperately struggling to offer whatever warmth they could radiate from their faraway realms.
Hephaestion was so tired that he had to give up his anxious watchfulness. He felt like he was drowning in his own weariness and the tears that still sometimes flowed down his cheeks. At long last he fell into a heavy sleep inside the warm furs. His very last thoughts and prayers were for Alexander and his wellbeing. His friend’s breathing was somewhat less shallow, and some more warmth was perhaps returning to him.
A trembling hand was tenderly stroking his long auburn hair, another rested on his right cheek, trying to wipe out all the tears. He woke up very slowly, opening his eyes several times just to feel the weary lids fall down again. An amazing sight came and went into his blurred vision. When it stablized before him he looked right into the wonderful gray eyes of his Beautiful Golden One. Never before had anyone been given such a look brimming with thankful and reassuring love. Alexander had returned to life, his cheeks almost rosy and his eyes glowing with returning health. He spoke, whispering, faltering but consolating and convincing:
”Hephaestion! You don’t need to cry for me anymore. I’m feeling better now. An Angel of Mercy rescued me from the river - and a Demon from the very depths of Hell saved me from a pack of ravenous wolves. With such friends I cannot give in to sickness and despair......”
He clasped his True Steadfast Friend in a strong and reassuring embrace before he closed his eyes and fell into sleep once more. Hephaestion couldn’t help himself and he started to cry uncontrollably, once more washing Alexander in his hot tears, this time out of sheer joy.
Cleitus and doctor Philip woke up to the sound of crying and saw him trembling and hugging his Beautiful Golden One. They rose in dismay.
” Hephaestion! How is it? Alexander cannot be.....?”
”No, my dear friends. He is better now. He woke up a while ago and he has spoken to me. He even moved his arms and hands......”
His voice broke once more into sobbing. Cleitus and the doctor came and sat down close by the dear friends. Peritas and Pollux had woken and were merrily wagging their tails. Bucephalos and Castor curiously looked inside the cave, happily nodding their great heads towards their Dear Masters. Alexios and Stefanos stood watching in relief. All was well inside the cave, at least for the time being.
Court Of Pretenders
The General Craterus was sitting inside his tent, desperately looking at the heaps of scrolls and tablets towering all over his simple field desk. He was a man of action, not used to paper work. These things were Hephaestion’s and Eumenes’ area - and the Secretary of State hadn’t been of much help. He hadn’t been himself of late. Most of the time he sat mooning in his tent, longing for his Athenian guest friend Curios who very strangely had gone missing after King Alexander’s tragic accident. There had been something sinister with that man and Craterus thought that with his sudden disappearance he was up to no good.
The big General heard arguing and bickering from all directions. The loudest shouting and the most sinister whispers came from Cassander’s tent. He had collected a whole court of followers around himself, planning on voting for him or his father at the upcoming Assembly. They were already giving out lands and assignments - and fighting amongst themselves for the most powerful positions. From the tent of Alexadros of Lyncestis came the same kind of bickering, even louder and more aggressive. Craterus overheard it all with utter contempt. He sorely missed King Alexander, his dear friend, and he ardently hoped for his safe return. The young, vigorous man with his golden lion’s mane of beautiful golden hair was the only one who could hold the insiduous Macedonian Court at bay!
Now Eumenes came inside with a cringing smile.
”General! I’m back on duty. There is much important paperwork to do before holding Assembly. You’ll need to extend my powers in this critical situation!”
”Extended powers! To you? I’ll do nothing of the kind! You’ve made a mess of everything. No, you’ll begin with sorting all this out for me. And - we won’t be holding Assembly until at least one week has gone by. I myself sincerely hope for King Alexander’s safe return. At least Cleitus is strong and reliable. If there is a shadow of a chance to find the King alive he’s the one to achieve it. ”
Eumenes took the heaps of scrolls and papers and sourly started to work. Soon they were in an even worse mess. Craterus desperately looked at him, remembering the General Hephaestion and his proper management of scrolls, maps and important documents. He groaned to himself and slumped back into his camp chair.
”Oh, what a sorry mess! Where is Hephaestion? He always knows how to sort these things out. I never thought that I would miss that man so badly!!!”
A great shouting and clamor suddenly arouse all around the camp. A desperate scout came running into the tent:
”General Craterus! You must come out at once! We are under attack!”
Enemy Assault
At first the Getae and the Scythians simply couldn’t believe their good luck. Killing the Macedonian’s young upstart King in their very first attack was something they never thought would be possible. Many had seen King Alexander fall into his cold and watery grave - all had heard the tale. The turmoil in the Macedonian army camp was even worse than expected. They were so busy fighting amongst themselves that they would be an easy prey anytime.
The fierce warriors of the Getae, reinforced by the strongest Scythians, were creeping through the forest. It had been so easy, crossing the river on their makeshift rafts. Those strawfilled hides worked like a charm No one saw them crossing and marching through the rugged terrain.
The Macedonian camp had been moved to a glade in the forest, some distance from the river. They crept closer and closer, hearing violent arguing and even sounds of fighting. The warriors whispered to each other:
// ”This will be an easy picking! They won’t even know they’re under attack until we slit all their troats!” //
When they came close to the camp barricades no one seemed to be keeping a proper watch. The main opening was standing ajar with only a few distraught guards around. The Warlord Gehrig gave his silent sign of attack. Immediately all the Getae and Scythians were swarming all over the Macedonian camp. They were expecting an easy victory - but they got a nasty surprise. A grim Giant in black armor came against them, surrounded by heavily armed hoplites. Their spears stood up like an enormous hedgehog.
”A la la la lai! A la la la lai! A la la la lai!”
The Macedonians’ loud war cry froze their blood to ice and made ther very marrow turn into a watery mush. Now the fierce warriors came at them, spears and swords at the ready, looking like a veritable Slaughter Machine. There was nothing to do but to cowardly run away, hoping to be able to fight another day. The unfortunate ones who didn’t run fast enough were speared and cut down, forming a sorrowful heap of mangled corpses. The proud Warlord Gehrig looked back over his left shoulder, aghast at his humiliating defeat. The Macedonians were formidable foes, being able to act in unison against their enemies even when they were suffering from severe internal turmoil and struggles.for power.
Victory With Complications
Craterus stood in the midst of the Macedonian camp, surrounded by heaps of slaughtered enemies. He had defeated many of them himself, and scared even more of them so badly that they ran away without giving fight. He wiped his blood dripping sword on a cloth and looked all around him. The valiant and successful defense of the camp made him proud - but he sorely missed Alexander and Cleitus at his sides. The Macedonians were swarming all around him, beating their shields, shouting and yelling in sheer joy over their victory.
”All hail, General Craterus. You must act as Regent!”
”You are our most fierce and able warrior!”
”Let’s hold Assembly here and now! Macedon is in grave danger. We need a strong leader immediately. ”
”No! My father Antipatros must be regent! King Alexander put all his trust in him before we marched into the West and North. ”
Cassander was the only one opposing Craterus many loyal followers. He soon found his own voice drowning in the din of them all and he went away with a sly smile, abiding his time. Craterus stamped his foot and vioeltly beat his own shield.
”Now you listen to me! Yes, you are all right. I’m a fierce and able warrior - but it was not I who won our victory this night. It was brought to us by Good Fortune herself. We were all awake, fighting and bickering amongst ourselves. Even our night watch and guards were involved and not giving enought attention to our security. You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves, letting the enemy into the midst of our very camp before sounding the Alarm! We were saved by being awake and armed to the teeth, prepared to fight amongst ourselves!!! There will be no Assembly tonight. We must wait one more week for the safe return of King Alexander. If he is still missing by then we will hold Assembly. May the Good Gods preserve us all in these Evil Days ”
He lowered his head and begun atoning a prayer for the safe return of the King and protection of the Realm. The Macedonians blushed in shame and joined him, longing for their missing King and his both powerful Generals Hephaestion and Cleitus.
TBC
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At long last Hephaestion is able to gather his search party and ride out to rescue his Beautiful Golden One. At the same time Bucephalus struggles to save and guard his Dear Master from all kinds of dangers. I must warn you for another cliffhanger towards the end. Hephaestion finds his Dear One - but has he arrived in time?
All the best wishes! Read and enjoy!
// NorthernLight
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Title: FIC: Hazards Of Friendship ( 5 / WIP)
Author: NorthernLight
Email address: aur_bor@yahoo.com
Category: Love/Friendship/Adventure story. Alternate Reality.
Pairing: Alexander & Hephaestion
Date: January 2005.
Feedback: Yes, all kinds, on or off list, as you please.
Archive: Yes, if you like, but please tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. For entertainment only. Not for gain - my work is for my deep interest in Alexander and Hephaestion, their time and adventures.
Rating: R
Beta: Denise. Many thanks for intersting discussions and suggestions.
Summary: In the beginning of his reign Alexander made a campaign towards the Danube. Some rumor said that he was severely wounded, dead or missing in action. Perhaps Demosthenes made it up, perhaps there was some truth in it.
Warnings: This is AU, very close to but not ”real” history. Violence, hard fighting, angst and intrigues. Envious people with insulting behavior. Horrible accident and traumatic events for major characters. Attack of ferocious wolves. Cliffhanger - but I promise Alexander will be revived in next part.
Author’s note: Ferocious packs of hungry wolves are not only a peril from Ancient times. In my remote part of the world they are running rampant in our forests, often to devour our poor domestic animals.....
Dedication: To Juu. Written on behalf of your fic challenge about Hephaestion and his constant trouble with the envious generals.
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Hazards Of Friendship, Part V
The Danube 335 BC
Divine Rescue
Bucephalus thought his last moment had come. His Dear Master was lost in a whirlpool of blue green water and he found himself struggling for dear life in the merciless torrents. He moved his powerful legs, propelling himself towards where he supposed the shore must be. To his great dismay it simply wasn’t there. Cold water filled his lungs, he felt himself sinking deep into the river, floating endlessly down into a cold, blue green tunnel.
Suddenly a flare of wonderful white, turquoise and blue light immersed him. He opened his eyes and saw the Horse Goddess once more. She was swimming towards him and grasped at his bridle with her lithe hands, dragging him forcefully up to the surface. Life giving air rushed into his lungs, filling them up, reviving and painful at the same time. A Voice filled with kind reassureance adamantly told him:
”No, dearest friend of mine. It’s not your time yet. Not for many years. Your Dear Master needs you desperately!”
She guided him towards the shore and saw him safely up on it. When he stood there on shaking legs she pointed upstream.
”There! Follow the river upstream. Then you’ll find King Alexander - and when you do you must stand close guard over him. He will need all your cleverness and strength to save his very life!”
Bucephalus tried to run in his usual fast canter, soon finding he simply wasn’t up to it. His legs were shaky and he was shivering from cold and weakness. He staggered from side to side, bumping into boulders and thorny spruces and junipers. Several times he fell down to his shackles and he had great difficulties in rising. At long last he saw his Dear Master - and a strange, wraith like appearance at his side. It was the Dear One - but at the same time it wasn’t. Hephaestion didn’t have any true substance, yet he was really there, reviving his Alexander with rough ministrations. He now patted the astounded horse’s muzzle with an insubstantial hand, telling him:
”Take good care of your Dear Master for me! Alexander is in a bad way right now!”
Then he just disappeared in a whisp of fog and a strange opalescent violet light. Bucephalus watched amazed before he turned to his Dear Master with deep concern. Alexander was lying still and cold. His face was white and his lips were blue from cold and lack of air. One could hardly see if he was breathing and each sparse breath came with a stertorous rattle. Bucephalus tried to revive him, licking his face and hands, nudging him carefully as he tried to make his big hooves as soft as possible. All ministrations were to no avail whatsoever. Alexander remained still and white as a marble statue. There were only some weak movements and low moanings shoving there was still some life left in him.
The faithful horse soon got both hungry and thirsty after his hard fighing and ordeals in the cold river water. He wandered away a short distance to drink from the river and graze on the meager grass, herbs, moss and lichen at the river shore. All the time he kept a close watch over his Master. He dared to explore the vicinity and found some big, light green tufts with very hard and tough sprigs, carrying an abundance of shrunken and wrinkled blue berries that miraculously seemed to have survived the hunger of all other animals and the cold of winter. Normally he would have scorned them but now they made his stomach grumble with a heartily appetite. Some important memory far back in his clever mind made him stay his eager muzzle. Alexander once showed just the same tufts and berries to Hephaestion, telling the Dear One they were a most important cure for some human ailments Bucephalus didn’t understand. He decided to wait and give the blue berries to Alexander when he woke up. He surely was in desperate need of all the help he could get!
Reluctant Prey
A distant howling interrupted Bucephalus’ meager meal. The pack of wolves were looking down from the sheer cliffs. Now they came jumping and running down the steep precipice. It was as if some cruel Dark God of vengeance had led them there, to find the faithful horse and his Dear Master when they were overcome by weakness and dangerously vulnerable.
The ferocious beasts were soon running rampant all over the place. Some of the boldest ones came dangerously close, nibbling at Alexander. Fortunately they only took some bites into his armor, breaking their razor sharp teeth upon it. Bucephalus shared all horses’ normal instincts to run far away from all beasts of prey but with his Dear Master in such a dreadful peril he was able to overcome his fearfulness. He bravely ran right into the pack, kicking and smashing all around with his powerful hooves, like a black cloud of Thunder and Fury. Some of the strongest wolves managed to jump all over him, scratching and biting his velvet black hide, locking their jaws painfully into his flesh. The pain was searing and maddening. He reared up on his powerful hind legs, neighing furiously and shaking them all off. Now ten or twelve of the voracious beasts lay dead in a heap of bloodied fur all around Alexander. The rest of the pack ran off, howling with hungry disappointment from far away.
Bucephalus immediately got back to Alexander and stood there closely watching over him. He was seriously concerned about his health and well being. He had never seen his Dear Master inactive for such a long time. No, Alexander was always up and about, engaging himself and all others in all kinds of activities and wonderful plans and designs - and he was always warm, glorious, golden and filled with that exuberant energy that was his, and only his. Now this energy seemed to have left him completely. Not even an attack from a whole pack of ravenous wolves could wake him up!
The clever horse understood that Alexander needed something more, someone else to take him back to Life. Bucephalus watched in desperation up the steep precipice. Where ever was Hephaestion? He had never before been so wanted and needed.
The big black horse suddenly felt his powerful legs give way under him. He lay down, panting from total exhaustion. Before he passed out he managed to lay his head over his Master’s chest, covering him with his long, black, silky mane. Darkness fell over them, and the sky reared as a dark blue cupola adorned with glittering stars and a crescent moon desperately trying to give the exposed couple some of the scarce warmth they could offer. The moisture from the daytime froze to glittering white rime frost all around. Soon beatiful and soft, but deadly cold snowflakes whirled all over the place, covering them as a deceitful white blanket.
The hungry wolves returned at the dead of night, eager for their helpless prey. They saw the unmoving, golden haired man, quite unable to defend himself. Then the crescent moon sent its silvery rays down from the velvet dark sky, showing them the big stallion lying at the side of his Dear Master, like a black demon cloud of danger and destruction.
The wolf pack sneaked back into the cold night. This was not their usual, hapless prey. Facing such a dangerous and faithful Guardian they would have to find their next meal at some other place.
Rescue Preparations
Hephaestion had gotten all the necessary things packed for the King’s rescue, and was feeling ready himself, being armed to his teeth and dressed in his warm bearskin cloak. He looked with satisfaction at the kind pack horses and went to search for his reliable war stallion. Castor wasn’t at his usual place at the horse lines. The stable hands pointed towards the precipice.
”He has been morose since after the King’s accident, General. He hasn’t eaten or taken any water, and he doesn’t want to leave that place. One could almost think he understands the disaster that has stricken us. He sure misses Bucephalus, them being the very best of friends. ”
”Of course he understands, Lachnos! My Castor is the wisest amongst horses. If only he had been able to teach the King’s reckless stallion some of his own common sense!”
The big, chestnut colored stallion stood looking down over the steep precipice, watching into the swirling river. His head was hanging low in despair and he mirrored Hephaestion’s own feelings of bereavement so closely the young man felt a hot tear drop down his cold cheek. Peritas sat close beside him, howling mornfully at the deep blue green waters. Pollux ran up to his friend, barking and yelping in his ear. Alexander’s favorite dog immediately begun to wag his tail and the both dogs ran up to Hephaestion. He gently patted their heads and ears and told them: ”Good dogs, good dogs! Now you must come with me immediately and help me find Alexander and Bucephalus! By the looks of you I almost think you understand all of this horrible mess we’re in. ”
He took a step towards Castor and put his arms around the great stallion’s neck, softly telling him: ”My faithful one, I understand how you must miss Alexander and Bucephalus - but you can help us finding them. I need someone reliable when I search for them - and you must be able to home in to Bucephalus! First I want you to have something to eat. We cannot let you out on this important mission on an empty stomach. ”
He adamantly told the stable hand: ” Give him some fine barley and tepid water at once! Now I think he will eat and drink. And - get the dogs some strengthening meat and juicy bones before we set out!”
”Yes, General. I’ll see to it immediately. ”
Hephaestion took Castor at the bridle and gently led him away from the precipice. The dogs followed, barking with anticipation. Suddenly he staggered and his legs gave way under him. He felt dizzy, almost at the verge of fainting. Cleitus was there immediately, taking him into his powerful arms.
”Here, here, my friend. Always the same, always thinking more of the welfare of others before your own. Our dear animals surely need to eat, but so do you too! You haven’t taken anything at all since yesterday morning, before the battle and all our recent troubles. Let’s share a jar of well watered wine, with some hot broth, bread and ham to go with it. ”
Hephaestion could hear his stomach grumble and eagerly answered: ”That sounds fine, my friend. Just what I need right now. ”
Cleitus gave him strong support as they walked back to his tent, telling the servants to immediately bring them the food and drink. They sat down and shared the meal in silence, feeling one another’s troubled thoughts as a cloud of anguish soaring all around the simple camp table. When the last morsel of bread was being swallowed Cleitus took a careful look at Hephaestion.
”Yes, now you’re looking much better. You’ve even got some color back on your cheeks. You surely needed that before we’re setting out to find the King. ”
”Yes, Cleitus, but you won’t be following me. I think I can manage well with my strong guards and Doctor Philip. You are more needed here in camp, looking after things for me and Alexander. There’s too much intrigue and devilry afoot. We must have someone strong and reliable to hold the pretenders back! ”
”You are quite right at that, my friend - but I surely think Ptolemy, Leonnatus and Lysimachus can manage things here around for us until we return with the King. You must set your pride and independence aside and understand that YOU need someone strong and reliable at your side to be successful! Our rescue mission is the most important thing right now - and who am I to abandon you and Alexander when you need me the most!”
Hephaestion rose and embraced him in silence, nodding in acceptance to his suggestion.
Setting Out
The both men carefully armed themselves with swords, spears, daggers, bows and quivers filled with arrows. At last they dressed in warm fur cloaks and went outside. The horses were ready with all the necessary packing, Stefanos and Alexios stood waiting and Doctor Philip was there, holding his clever, silver gray donkey Silena at the bridle. They mounted the eager horses, with Pollux and Peritas running around barking expectantly.
Craterus came up to them, followed by Cassander and Eumenes.
”General Hephaestion! Is it really wise to ride out searching for the King with such a small party? Shouldn’t we send a whole ile (cavalry unit consisting of 64 men and horses) to accompany you?”
”Yes, General Craterus. This would have been a good idea under more normal circumstances - but in my vision I exactly saw the King’s present whereabouts. It’s easier to get there with a small party. We don’t want to draw too much attention to us. You must stay here and be on your guard against all our enemies. They might want to attack us once more, thinking us defenceless and disordered with the King missing. ”
”That would be a grave mistake. We’ll give them a hard welcome. Our men are eager for revenge. Now I wish you good luck with your mission and I surely hope you will return to us soon with the King. ”
Hephaestion and Cleitus nodded in acceptance before they urged their horses on and rode out from camp. They were eager to be away, feeling suffocating waves of intrigue vibrating all around.the place The wind brought three insidious and unanimous whispers right into Hephaestion’s sensitive ears.
//”That man! It’s a crying shame that he is alive and King Alexander perhaps not! ”
”He must be insane, letting the King’s rescue depend upon some imaginary vision of his!”
”Don’t you worry. He will return in disgrace from his wild goose chase - and then we can easily get rid of him!”//
Hephaestion shuddered at their malice and he felt ice cold shivers creeping up and down his spine. Then he took a deep breath of the fresh, cold air rushing from the river valley, letting it cleanse him from all malicious influences. The small rescue company rode downstream, carefully looking for a safe place of descent.
At the Shore of the Danube
They rode for ever and ever as it seemed. At long last Hephaestion saw something familiar from his strange dream. Two tall junipers stood at the precipice, almost like a welcoming portal. Between them was a safe path leading directly down to the river shore. It was steep but broad enough for men and horses. Castor sniffed in something and immediately started his descent. Hephaestion gently patted his neck, feeling a wonderful reassurance.
” Yes. This surely is the right place! You, my friend, with all your prudence, would have refused to carry me down here if it wasn’t. Pollux! Peritas! Search for Alexander! Now!”
The both dogs run before the search party, yelping and barking. The men sat off, carefully leading their horses down the path. It had many bendings and knuckles but it led them safely down to the river shore. Behind a high, mossy boulder they heard Pollux and Peritas give a marking bark. It sounded ominously weak before giving way to some sorrowful yelpings.
Hephaestion and Cleitus were the first coming round the boulder. They were met by a sad sight. A circle of big, furry wolves lay dead in puddles of clotted blood a short distance from the river shore. Alexander lay still and lifeless in their middle. Bucephalus was close at his side, his head resting on his Dear Master’s breast, covering him with his silken black mane. Man and horse were covered with a thin layer of cold, powdery snow and glittering rime frost. No signs of life whatsoever were to be seen.
TBC
Hello all,
Here comes part six of Hazards. In this chapter we will see how warm Love and friendship can overcome the very worst of calamities and adversities. While Alexander recuperates in warming furs, together with his True Steadfast Friend, General Craterus finds that it is a hard and dangerous work to lead the Macedonian Army in the King’s absence.
All the best wishes,
// NorthernLight
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TEMPLATE:
Title: FIC: Hazards Of Friendship ( 6 / WIP)
Author: NorthernLight
Email address: aur_bor@yahoo.com
Category: Love/Friendship/Adventure story. Alternate History.
Pairing: Alexander&Hephaestion
Date: January 2006.
Feedback: Yes, all kinds, on or off list, as you please.
Archive: Yes, if you like, but please tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. For entertainment only. Not for gain - my work is for my deep interest in Alexander and Hephaestion, their time and adventures.
Rating: R
Beta: Denise. Many thanks for interesting discussions and suggestions.
Summary: In the beginning of his reign Alexander made a campaign towards the Danube. Some rumor said that he was severely wounded, dead or missing in action. Perhaps Demosthenes made it up, perhaps there was some truth in it.
Warnings: This is AU, very close to but not ”real” history. Violence, hard fighting, angst and intrigues. Slash. Envious people with insulting behavior. Horrible accident and traumatic events for major characters. Hurt / comfort sequence.
Dedication: To Juu. Written on behalf of your fic challenge about Hephaestion and his constant trouble with the envious generals.
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The Shore of the Danube 335 BC
Moments of Anguish
Hephaestion gave up an anguished cry and leaped off Castor, desperately running and stumbling all over the rough ground. He soon reached Alexander and embraced his friend, finding him cold and stiff, frozen to the hard, rocky ground. His face was white as snow, slowly changing into a deathly blue pallor. He wasn’t breathing, there wasn’t any palpable pulses and Hephaestion couldn’t detect any signs of life whatsoever. Bucephalus was resting heavily on his chest and it seemed as if the clever horse must have been trying to warm Alexander with his own mane and body. Man and horse were frozen together in a death like stillness. Hephaestion embraced them both, crying and screaming out loud:
”No! NO! This must not be. Father Zeus, please let them be alive, for me, for us all. We need them so badly, and I simply cannot go on without Alexander!”
Peritas and Pollux were licking Alexander’s face with mournful whimperings, while Castor came cantering. The chestnut stallion immediately begun butting and kicking at Alexander and his good friend Bucephalus, making small worried sounds that soon grew into an anguished neighing. His frantic efforts were soon successful and the big black stallion rose, trembling and unsteady but very much alive. Both horses begun butting and nudging at their Dear Master, trying to get him to move and rise from the cold and unhealthy ground. Hephaestion embraced him fervently , holding him in his arms. He covered his friend with his own body, desperately trying to give him all of his own warmth and life force. He was crying uncontrollably, hot tears running over Alexander’s face, neck and beautiful golden hair.
”Please, please, Alexander. Come back to me! You cannot leave me like this! Not now! It is far too soon. ”
After an eternity of anguish he felt a faint shiver and he dared to look at Alexander again. There was some resemblance of life returning to his face. The uncanny blue pallor was gone but he didn’t seem to be breathing at all. Now Hephaestion could lift his friend from the hard ground and he sat cradling him in a warm and loving embrace. The dogs and horses were all over Alexander, eagerly helping to warm him up. Doctor Philip, Cleitus and the guards stood in a circle around them, looking worriedly at the awkward resuscitation attempt. They were frozen into inactivity, shocked by the horror and sadness of the situation.
At long last the good doctor got down on his knees and put two fingers on Alexander’s throat, letting them rest there for a long time. He then tilted his cheek closely over Alexander’s mouth, nodding reassuringly :
”My friends, we are not too late. Alexander is alive! I can feel a faint pulse, and he is breathing - but he is very badly off. We must do our very best to give him warmth and care! Let’s find a suitable place for our camp. ”
Hephaestion gave his friend a warming embrace, once more bursting into tears.
”Oh, thanks so much, good doctor - and all the merciful Gods who have helped us to reach here in time!”
Warming Love
Hephaestion lifted his friend and cradled him in a tender embrace. Hot tears were still running down his cheeks and his legs were trembling so badly that he was barely able to stand or walk. His faithful guards took some quick steps to his side and gave him discreet support. Cleitus, always considering every possibility, was eagerly pointing towards the steep precipice.
”Over there, my friends! Philip, your donkey seems to have found something useful! It almost looks like a grotto. ”
They walked there as fast as possible when they saw Silena braying and stomping at an opening between some stubborn junipers growing in stony crevices. The grotto was even better than they could imagine. It was filled with dry straw and had several thick beds made up from spruce twigs and soft straw. A fire place was in the middle and it even had some unburnt wood and a fine kettel left behind. Cleitus said with some calm gladness:
” At long last we have some luck this sad day! This must be a resting place for the Getae’s hunting parties. Well, let’s get a fire started. Alexander needs all the warmth he can get. ”
Cleitus and the guards quickly lighted the fire up and went out collecting some more tinder and wood. Doctor Philip unpacked his herbal remedies and made for preparing an infusion. As he went to get some water he saw Bucephalus standing near the grotto, trembling from cold and exposure. Castor tried to warm him up, rubbing him from one side, while Cleitus stubborn and foul tempered black stallion Gorgon was rubbing him from the other side. Both stallions were grumbling with worried and displeasured sounds while the guards’ both mares, Sapphire and Amethyst were looking and nodding in assent. One could almost think that the wise animals were holding a displeased conversation over the troubled affairs of their human masters. The good doctor quickly ordered the guards:
”Alexios! Stefanos! You must see to the King’s horse immediately! Poor Bucephalus is frozen stiff. He must be in good shape when Alexander needs him again. ”
The guards immediately collected some dry straw and begun giving Bucephalos a good rubbing down ans then covered him with a warm, fur lined horse blanket. They also prepared some fine and warming barley gruel, and the King’s big, black stallion was soon eating with a hearty appetite. Not even the constantly hungry and thirsty Gorgon begrudged him this well earned meal.
When he had eaten his fill the guards took Bucephalus inside the grotto. He was still shivering slightly from cold and exposure and needed warmth and rest. They then took all the other horses and the doctor’s donkey to a pasture down river. Pollux helped guarding the horses, but Peritas stayed with his Dear Master. The big, lion like dog was howling miserably and clearly showing his anxiety over Alexander’s sad condition. Hephaestion had to gently pat him on his head and tell him:
”Don’t you worry, my dear friend. Alexander will soon be all right! ”
Hephaestion carried Alexander into the grotto, very worried that his friend still hadn’t regained consciousness and that he hung so very limp in his arms. He quickly prepared a makeshift bed from the King’s own bed furs and his warming, Royal blue quilt close to the fire before undressing his friend. Alexander’s armor, greaves and chiton were almost frozen to his body and Hephaestion poured some of the heated water in a bowl and gave him a warming rub down. His whole body was badly bruised from the impact on the water surface and Doctor Philip came and gave him a thorough examination. Hephaestion asked worriedly: ”How is he, Doctor? Will he be all right? ”
”Yes, yes, I hope so. He has taken a hard beating , but it’ll heal with time. That big bruise and swelling at the left side of his neck doesn’t look well, though. It might have caused some serious damage. I don’t like it that he hasn’t woken up yet - and his limbs are far too flaccid. ”
Both men shuddered and didn’t dare to speak more about this ominous implication. Doctor Philip quickly prepared a poultice and put it on a warm compress. He carefully applied it on Alexander’s neck and wrapped a soft little sheep’s fur around with some strips of linen. There was no reaction from the patient, no signs of pain or discomfort whatsoever.
”This will take down the swelling and relieve the pain. Now we must keep him warm and safe until he wakes up. It’s all we can do right now.
Hephaestion wrapped his friend in the warm furs and quilts before he sat down and carefully lifted Alexander’s head and shoulders, taking him into his lap. Although he was dressed in his own warming bear skin cloak and sitting close by the fire he was shivering from cold, shock and anxiety all the same. Doctor Philip prepared an infusion from strengthening and warming herbs. Alexander managed to swallow some spoonfuls before he started to cough and then he was retching miserably. Hephaestion shook his head in displeasure and told Cleitus: ” This is no good. Alexander needs a far stronger remedy! Cleitus! You know what I mean. Bring me the King’s jar with his miracle cordial! ”
Cleitus immediately brought the big jar and unstoppered it. An intoxicating and revitalizing smell of strong wine and herbs filled the whole cave. Doctor Philip protested. ” No. You cannot give him strong liquor in his weakened condition! He’ll choke on it and all will be even worse!”
Hephaestion and Cleitus adamantly told him: ” This is just the right occasion for the King’s miracle cordial! We know Alexander better than you ever will. Now you must trust our good judgement! ”
Hephaestion took the jar and held it under Alexander’s nose. The young man sniffed and an air of recognizance settled in his white face. His friend carefully lifted his head and put the jar to his bluish lips.
”Here, here, my dear friend. This will surely give you your strength back!”
Alexander managed to take some small sips before he started to cought again. The good doctor told them with alarm: ”That will be enought! No more strong liquor for my patient just now! ”
Hephaestion took the jar away and put his friend to a comfortable rest in his lap. Some color returned to his pale cheeks and lips, giving him a resemblance of life. At the same time as Alexander visibly regained some of his strength and warmth, Hephaestion started to shiver violently and he had great difficulties to sit properly and maintain his supportive hold on his friend. Cleitus immediately saw his distress and unstoppered the miracle cordial once more.
”Here, my friend. You have exerted your self far too much.of late You will need a big draught of this, right now!”
Hephaestion thanked him and helped himself to the vitalizing medicine. The strong liquor had an immediate effect, giving him his warmth and strength back. Soon the grotto was filled by the wonderful smell of roasted meat and boiling herbs and vegetables. When the food was ready he managed to give Alexander some spoonfuls of the broth. The patient took it with great difficulty and couldn’t swallow much. Doctor Phiilp reassuringly told him: ”You can wait until later with this. He’ll soon regain his appetite. ”
They all ate with a hearty appetite and Hephaestion was soon feeling drowsy. He shut his eyes, leaning backwards to let the wall of the grotto give him some support. The stone was hard and unfriendly to his tired back and shoulders and he winced, once again shivering from pain and anxiety. Cleitus and the doctor saw his discomfort. They adamantly told him: ”Hephaestion! You know you haven’t been well of late. You need some proper rest - and there is a way for you to get it giving Alexander even more warmth and support. You must lie down and hold himin your arms. You will both be the better for it.”
Hephaestion nodded in approval, being too tired even to be sitting up. They helped him remove his wet and cold clothing and wrapped him in a warm fur. He was so very tired that he was barely able to move but he never let go of his careful attention to his dear friend. When he was ready he collapsed at Alexander’s side and fondly embraced him. Cleitus wrapped the both friends closely together in warm furs and reassuringly told Hephaestion: ”Sleep well and tight, my dear friend. Don’t you worry. We’ll all sit here by the fire and see to the both of you. ”
Hephaestion nodded thankfully but he simply couldn’t give in to sleep. He was so worried for Alexander. His friend was lying all too still and cold, despite their careful ministrations. He was barely breathing and despite all his damages he wasn’t showing any signs of pain. Could his neck have been broken? What if he never woke up again - or - even worse - woke up totally paralysed!
Hephaestion embraced his dear friend even closer, washing him with hot tears of anguish - but at the same time warming him with his love and friendship. Before he drifted into a troubled sleep he thought he could see some traces of a recognizing smile upon Alexander’s pale lips.
Doctor Phlip and Cleitus sat at the fire, keeping close watch over Alexander and Hephaestion. Both their Dear Ones were completely exhausted and in a severe condition. One could barely see if they even were breathing. Peritas lay close to Alexander, wrapping himself around his dear Master, now and then licking him all over his face. Pollux was doing the same for Hephaestion. If it hadn’t been such a deeply alarming situation it would have been a most endearing sight, a wonderful image of close friendship between Man and animal.
Cleitus felt he simply couldn’t take any more of the anxiety. He rose fiercely, telling the good doctor: ”I cannot stand it, seeing them both like that, and not knowing if they’ll ever wake up safe and sound again. I must go out. Someone has to take care of all those wonderful wolf furs just lying to no use at the shore!”
He brandished his very sharp knife and went out with brisk strides. At the river shore he lifted the biggest of the furry beasts and started to flay it with violent slashes, swearing silently to himself. Tears of sorrow and anger dimmed his eyes, running down his rugged cheeks. Hours passed and at long last no more wolves remained to be flayed by his angry knife. All their furs lay in a thick, rugged and heap at his feet, all their bodies in a bloody mess at the other side. He lifted the furs, bringing them inside the grotto, hanging them around its cragged walls like some wild and barbarous tapestry.
Alexander and Hephaestion lay as before, no better, no worse. Doctor Philip was soundly asleep, his head resting on his knapsack filled with herbal remedies, a hard and lumpy pillow indeed. Cleitus suddenly felt himself being totally overwhelmed by weariness. He swayed to and fro and his legs started to tremble and refused to carry him upright. It was most embarrassing but he just had to ask the faithful guards: ” Can you see to the safety of us all for a while? I understand you too must be horribly tired but you may sit right inside the grotto, so that you are able to look outside. ”
Stefanos and Alexios dutifully answered him: ”Yes, of course, General Cletus. You may trust us completely. And - we always have our horses and Silena. They never sleep at the same time and they will surely tell us if something wicked comes our way. ”
Cleitus almost fell down on his side. He just managed to drag himself to one of the makeshift beds and wrap himself into his fur cloak before he was overwhelmed by a heavy sleep, feeling himself sinking deep down into a merciful oblivion.
Revival of the Dear One
Hephaestion slept fitfully, all the time waking up to check on Alexander. His friend was no better, still looking very pale and wan. The warmth wasn’t returning properly to his chilled body, despite all the warming furs and the closeness to the fire. Hephaestion took him into an even more tender and warming embrace, trying to give him all of his own warmth and strength. He saw doctor Philip fall asleep on his knapsack, and then Cleitus succumbed to unconsciousness, rolling into his fur cloak. The guards sat at each side of the grotto’s entrance, even they half asleep. Sometimes one of them rose to put more wood onto the fire. The horses and Selena moved restlessly outside and a cold wind was bloving from the fast flowing river. Fortunately they were covered with warm fur lined blankets and they stood close to one another, offering what warmth they were able to share.
Night fell over the cold and wintry landscape. The moon and stars rose once more, adorning the velvet deep blue cupola of the sky. They were looking down on the forlorn rescue party, desperately struggling to offer whatever warmth they could radiate from their faraway realms.
Hephaestion was so tired that he had to give up his anxious watchfulness. He felt like he was drowning in his own weariness and the tears that still sometimes flowed down his cheeks. At long last he fell into a heavy sleep inside the warm furs. His very last thoughts and prayers were for Alexander and his wellbeing. His friend’s breathing was somewhat less shallow, and some more warmth was perhaps returning to him.
A trembling hand was tenderly stroking his long auburn hair, another rested on his right cheek, trying to wipe out all the tears. He woke up very slowly, opening his eyes several times just to feel the weary lids fall down again. An amazing sight came and went into his blurred vision. When it stablized before him he looked right into the wonderful gray eyes of his Beautiful Golden One. Never before had anyone been given such a look brimming with thankful and reassuring love. Alexander had returned to life, his cheeks almost rosy and his eyes glowing with returning health. He spoke, whispering, faltering but consolating and convincing:
”Hephaestion! You don’t need to cry for me anymore. I’m feeling better now. An Angel of Mercy rescued me from the river - and a Demon from the very depths of Hell saved me from a pack of ravenous wolves. With such friends I cannot give in to sickness and despair......”
He clasped his True Steadfast Friend in a strong and reassuring embrace before he closed his eyes and fell into sleep once more. Hephaestion couldn’t help himself and he started to cry uncontrollably, once more washing Alexander in his hot tears, this time out of sheer joy.
Cleitus and doctor Philip woke up to the sound of crying and saw him trembling and hugging his Beautiful Golden One. They rose in dismay.
” Hephaestion! How is it? Alexander cannot be.....?”
”No, my dear friends. He is better now. He woke up a while ago and he has spoken to me. He even moved his arms and hands......”
His voice broke once more into sobbing. Cleitus and the doctor came and sat down close by the dear friends. Peritas and Pollux had woken and were merrily wagging their tails. Bucephalos and Castor curiously looked inside the cave, happily nodding their great heads towards their Dear Masters. Alexios and Stefanos stood watching in relief. All was well inside the cave, at least for the time being.
Court Of Pretenders
The General Craterus was sitting inside his tent, desperately looking at the heaps of scrolls and tablets towering all over his simple field desk. He was a man of action, not used to paper work. These things were Hephaestion’s and Eumenes’ area - and the Secretary of State hadn’t been of much help. He hadn’t been himself of late. Most of the time he sat mooning in his tent, longing for his Athenian guest friend Curios who very strangely had gone missing after King Alexander’s tragic accident. There had been something sinister with that man and Craterus thought that with his sudden disappearance he was up to no good.
The big General heard arguing and bickering from all directions. The loudest shouting and the most sinister whispers came from Cassander’s tent. He had collected a whole court of followers around himself, planning on voting for him or his father at the upcoming Assembly. They were already giving out lands and assignments - and fighting amongst themselves for the most powerful positions. From the tent of Alexadros of Lyncestis came the same kind of bickering, even louder and more aggressive. Craterus overheard it all with utter contempt. He sorely missed King Alexander, his dear friend, and he ardently hoped for his safe return. The young, vigorous man with his golden lion’s mane of beautiful golden hair was the only one who could hold the insiduous Macedonian Court at bay!
Now Eumenes came inside with a cringing smile.
”General! I’m back on duty. There is much important paperwork to do before holding Assembly. You’ll need to extend my powers in this critical situation!”
”Extended powers! To you? I’ll do nothing of the kind! You’ve made a mess of everything. No, you’ll begin with sorting all this out for me. And - we won’t be holding Assembly until at least one week has gone by. I myself sincerely hope for King Alexander’s safe return. At least Cleitus is strong and reliable. If there is a shadow of a chance to find the King alive he’s the one to achieve it. ”
Eumenes took the heaps of scrolls and papers and sourly started to work. Soon they were in an even worse mess. Craterus desperately looked at him, remembering the General Hephaestion and his proper management of scrolls, maps and important documents. He groaned to himself and slumped back into his camp chair.
”Oh, what a sorry mess! Where is Hephaestion? He always knows how to sort these things out. I never thought that I would miss that man so badly!!!”
A great shouting and clamor suddenly arouse all around the camp. A desperate scout came running into the tent:
”General Craterus! You must come out at once! We are under attack!”
Enemy Assault
At first the Getae and the Scythians simply couldn’t believe their good luck. Killing the Macedonian’s young upstart King in their very first attack was something they never thought would be possible. Many had seen King Alexander fall into his cold and watery grave - all had heard the tale. The turmoil in the Macedonian army camp was even worse than expected. They were so busy fighting amongst themselves that they would be an easy prey anytime.
The fierce warriors of the Getae, reinforced by the strongest Scythians, were creeping through the forest. It had been so easy, crossing the river on their makeshift rafts. Those strawfilled hides worked like a charm No one saw them crossing and marching through the rugged terrain.
The Macedonian camp had been moved to a glade in the forest, some distance from the river. They crept closer and closer, hearing violent arguing and even sounds of fighting. The warriors whispered to each other:
// ”This will be an easy picking! They won’t even know they’re under attack until we slit all their troats!” //
When they came close to the camp barricades no one seemed to be keeping a proper watch. The main opening was standing ajar with only a few distraught guards around. The Warlord Gehrig gave his silent sign of attack. Immediately all the Getae and Scythians were swarming all over the Macedonian camp. They were expecting an easy victory - but they got a nasty surprise. A grim Giant in black armor came against them, surrounded by heavily armed hoplites. Their spears stood up like an enormous hedgehog.
”A la la la lai! A la la la lai! A la la la lai!”
The Macedonians’ loud war cry froze their blood to ice and made ther very marrow turn into a watery mush. Now the fierce warriors came at them, spears and swords at the ready, looking like a veritable Slaughter Machine. There was nothing to do but to cowardly run away, hoping to be able to fight another day. The unfortunate ones who didn’t run fast enough were speared and cut down, forming a sorrowful heap of mangled corpses. The proud Warlord Gehrig looked back over his left shoulder, aghast at his humiliating defeat. The Macedonians were formidable foes, being able to act in unison against their enemies even when they were suffering from severe internal turmoil and struggles.for power.
Victory With Complications
Craterus stood in the midst of the Macedonian camp, surrounded by heaps of slaughtered enemies. He had defeated many of them himself, and scared even more of them so badly that they ran away without giving fight. He wiped his blood dripping sword on a cloth and looked all around him. The valiant and successful defense of the camp made him proud - but he sorely missed Alexander and Cleitus at his sides. The Macedonians were swarming all around him, beating their shields, shouting and yelling in sheer joy over their victory.
”All hail, General Craterus. You must act as Regent!”
”You are our most fierce and able warrior!”
”Let’s hold Assembly here and now! Macedon is in grave danger. We need a strong leader immediately. ”
”No! My father Antipatros must be regent! King Alexander put all his trust in him before we marched into the West and North. ”
Cassander was the only one opposing Craterus many loyal followers. He soon found his own voice drowning in the din of them all and he went away with a sly smile, abiding his time. Craterus stamped his foot and vioeltly beat his own shield.
”Now you listen to me! Yes, you are all right. I’m a fierce and able warrior - but it was not I who won our victory this night. It was brought to us by Good Fortune herself. We were all awake, fighting and bickering amongst ourselves. Even our night watch and guards were involved and not giving enought attention to our security. You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves, letting the enemy into the midst of our very camp before sounding the Alarm! We were saved by being awake and armed to the teeth, prepared to fight amongst ourselves!!! There will be no Assembly tonight. We must wait one more week for the safe return of King Alexander. If he is still missing by then we will hold Assembly. May the Good Gods preserve us all in these Evil Days ”
He lowered his head and begun atoning a prayer for the safe return of the King and protection of the Realm. The Macedonians blushed in shame and joined him, longing for their missing King and his both powerful Generals Hephaestion and Cleitus.
TBC
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