Chapter 19
“So now we’re to make Darius’ assassins our enemies when in fact they did us a favor,” Cassander huffed. “Unbelievable.”
“Do you imagine for a moment that Bessus, who could kill Darius, his countryman, without so much as a blink of the eye, would do any less to Alex or any of us?” Ptolemy shouted at him. “By the gods, man, think: He’s not going to share power.”
“How do we know if we don’t sue for peace?” Cassander asked.
“Sue for peace? Why would we? Why should he accept?” Hephaestion added, fuming.
I think he was on the verge of killing Cassander. And I was on the verge of letting him. But everyone needs a Cassander, just as everyone must have an Hephaestion.
“That is the problem with power, isn’t it?” Cassander said, a bit too triumphantly. “The unrelenting pursuit of it
