Chapter 26
You never tire of war: Yes, that’s what he said. “But we have grown weary of it. For eight years, we have fought every kind of enemy on every kind of terrain under every kind of condition, and we have fought well, beyond our wildest dreams. Surely, we will be sung of long after our sons and our sons’ sons are gone. You yourself, Alexander, have earned immortal fame. And now it is time for you to savor it and allow us to find our peace. You have married and—please, gods—will one day have children of your own. It is time to let us return to the wives, sons, and mothers who have waited for us like faithful Penelope and worthy Telemachus. It is time to go home.”
“Home?” I said as if the word were dirty or at least foreign. “I am home, in myself. You, however, are free to go home—i
