Chapter 13
“Siwah? Whatever for?” Philotas protested, sounding more and more like his conservative father, Parmenion, with each passing day. “With Darius still king—if in name only—this is hardly the time to go gallivanting through a hostile Libyan desert to consult yet another oracle.”
“I agree,” Cassander sneered, ready to twist and turn the knife in again. “Besides, the trail of skirmishes in our wake has left our rear dangerously exposed. “
“I wouldn’t worry about our rear if I were you, Cassander,” Hephaestion cracked. “In an event, we’ll be sure to cover yours.”
That prompted a chorus of guffaws, and a flustered Cassander countered: “It’s easy to joke when the backside you’re really covering is the king’s.”
“Are you calling him a Ganymede?” Hephaestion shouted. With that a scuff
