First Meetings
Aegium, Peloponnesian League, September 523 AVC (230 BC)
It was dark in the city. With the new moon there were only the stars to lighten up the sky and reflect on the water of the Gulf of Corinth. A strong wind from the west brought warm, damp air from the open sea and the promise of rain, maybe even a storm later in the night. The streets were empty for a while now as the parties in the estates of the rich had ended and the taverns for the common folk had closed. Pelopidas Aratid was one of those that had attended a party for the rich. He had waited a few hours and now made himself ready for a nightly walk through Aegium. Pelopidas put on a dark cloak and before walking onto the street slowly looked in each direction to check that it was clear. He put the cap of his cloak over his head and headed to his destination, stopping at every corner to make sure he didn't bump into someone unexpectedly.
His steps lead him to the harbour and he stopped before the wooden door of a warehouse. Pelopidas knocked three times and the door opened slightly. He whispered a word and the door went open fully.
Pelopidas looked around the dark chamber. Only one candle lit the group of people gathered here.
“Little brother!”, one of them called while he stood up. “Eurycrates! I was wondering whether you'd be here. How much wine did you drink at the party? I'd be completely knocked out if I had drunk as many goblets as I saw you drink!” Eurycrates laughed and embraced his brother. “That's why you are the little brother Pelopidas! But let's cut to the reason why we've come here tonight, shall we?”
Pelopidas and Eurycrates sat down. Pelopidas waved to one of the others. “You organised this meeting, Dioedas, so get on with it I'd say.” The man in question stood up and started to slowly walk back and forth the chamber, head down as if in deep thought. “A week ago one of my informants arrived at my house in Dyme. Apparently Demophanes is stirring trouble again in Patras. He's orating on the Agora, fulminating against the military in general and against the Aratid family in particular. Keeps going on about how your family wants all power for itself and intends to create some sort of Oligarchy or even a Tyranny.”
Pelopidas smirked. “Hehe, he isn't all that far off then, is he?” He sighed and his face darkened. “We can't have him influence the people like this though. The problem is of course that we can't do much against him or the people will understand that Demophanes is right.”
Dioedas sat down again. “My victory over Macedonia and our subsequent reform into the Peloponnesian League was only four years ago. If we remember the people about that enough, they will certainly vote for a military candidate again and you will be elected Archon, Pelopidas. I'll hold speeches in the cities I pass on my back to Dyme. I'll make some detours so as to visit more cities then I usually do. You should send a messenger to your brother-in-law to do the same on Crete. People won't have forgotten it was Ecdemus Apollonid who freed Athens from Macedonian rule.”
“Alright, that's an excellent plan, Dioedas. We here will do the same in Aegium and surroundings.”
The people in the room stood up and left the warehouse one by one to go home. Their cloaks and caps were worn tight, as the promised rain had come and brought a sudden coolness to the city.