Chapter 6
I thought of this as I watched the light pass out of my father’s eyes. His spirit had already begun the long journey to the ferryman on its way, I hoped, to the Elysian Fields. As I prayed over him then, I felt a blanket of flesh over me—Hephaestion. He was pressing down upon me as he had done so many times before, not in lust now but in protection.
“Let me up,” I cried. “I have to find the dogs who did this.”
“And be killed yourself, and us along with you?” Hephaestion shouted in my ears. “Never. I will never let that happen.”
I struggled, but I was now trapped between my lover and my father—the living and the dead, the future and the past—my clothes wet with the sweat of one and the blood of the other.
“Let me go, I tell you.”
“Alex, listen to me: They’ve already found th
