Arcadia. Sir Philip Sidney
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Palladius, having gotten his general knowledge of the party against whom he was to fight, as he had already of the party for whom he was to fight, went to Kalander and told him plainly that by plain force there was small appearance of helping Clitophon, but some device must be taken in hand, wherein no less discretion than valor must be used.
For that reason, a council of the chief men was called, and at last Palladius (who by some experience, but especially by reading histories, was acquainted with stratagems) invented a plan that was by all the rest approved. All the men there should dress themselves like the poorest sort of the people in Arcadia, having no banners but bloody shirts hanging upon long staves, with some bad bagpipes instead of drum and fife. They should cover their armor as well as possible, or at least make it look so rusty and ill-favored as might well become such wearers. Everyone should do this, except for two hundred of the best gentlemen, chosen for courage and strength. Palladius himself would be one of those, who should have their limbs chained and be put in carts like prisoners.
This plan was performed according to the agreement, and they marched towards the town of Cardamila, where Clitophon was captive, arriving within view of the walls two hours before sunset. The Helots had already descried their number and had begun to sound the alarm. There Musidorus and Kalander sent a cunning fellow (so much so that he could mask it under rudeness) who with such a kind of rhetoric weeded all the flowers out of rhetoric and delivered to the Helot assembly that they were country people of Arcadia, no less oppressed by their lords and no less desirous of liberty than the Helots, and therefore had put themselves in the field and had already (besides a great number slain) taken nine or ten score gentlemen prisoners whom they had there well and fast chained. Because they had no strong retiring place in Arcadia and were not yet of number enough to keep the field against their prince’s forces, they were bound to come to them for succor, knowing that every day more of their kind would flock to them. In the meantime, lest their prince should pursue them, or the Lacedemonian king and nobility fall upon them (for the likeness of the cause), they desired that if there were not room enough for them in the town, that yet they might encamp under the walls, and for the future have their prisoners (who were such men as were ever able to make their peace) kept within the town.
The Helots made but a short consultation, being glad that their contagion had spread itself into Arcadia, and making account that if the peace did not fall out between them and their king, that it was the best way to set fire in all the parts of Greece. They were also greedy to have so many gentlemen in their hands, in whose ransoms they already meant to have a share. Two things well helped them to a hasty conclusion. First, their captain was at that time absent with the wisest of them, confirming or breaking the peace with the state of Lacedemon. Second, their over-many good fortunes bred a proud recklessness in them. Finding by their speech that the men who had camped were Arcadians, with whom they had no war, they never suspected a private man’s credit could have gathered such a force. All tokens witnessed them to be of the lowest calling, including the chains upon the gentlemen. Therefore they granted not only leave for the prisoners but for some others of the company to harbor within the walls.
They had opened their gates and received in the carts when Palladius, seeing fit time, gave a sign, and shaking off their chains (which were made with such art, that though they seemed most strong and fast, he that wore them might easily loosen them), they drew their swords, hidden in the carts, and setting upon the ward, made the Helots fly either from the place or from their bodies, and so gave entry to the remaining force of the Arcadians before they could make any head to resist them.
But the Helots were hardened against dangers. They gathered (as well as they could) together in the market-place, and thence would have given a shrewd welcome to the Arcadians but that Palladius (blaming those Arcadians that were slow, heartening those that were forward, but especially with his own example leading them) made such an impression on the squadron of the Helots that at first the great body of them began to shake and stagger, and at length every particular body recommended the protection of his life to his feet.
Kalander urged them to go to the prison where he thought his son was, but Palladius wished him first to scour the streets, to house all the Helots, and to make themselves masters of the gates. Before that could be accomplished, the Helots had gotten new heart and, with diverse sorts of shot coming from corners of streets and house-windows, galled the Arcadians. The return of their captain gave them this courage, although he brought not many troops with him, having dispersed most of his companies to other strongholds.
When he encountered a great number of his Helots running out of a gate not yet possessed by the Arcadians, he made them turn face, and with banners displayed, his trumpet gave the loudest testimony he could of his return. The rest of the Helots, who had otherwise scattered, bent thitherward with a new life of resolution as if their captain had been a root out of which (as into branches) their courage had sprung.
Then the fight began to grow most sharp, and the encounters of more cruel obstinacy. The Arcadians fought to keep what they had won; the Helots to recover what they had lost. The Arcadians, in an unknown place, had no succor but in their hands; the Helots, in their own place, fought for their lives, wives, and children. It was victory and courage against revenge and despair: on both sides, safety could not be won except by destruction.
At length the left wing of the Arcadians began to lose ground. Seeing that, Palladius thrust himself with his chosen band against the oppressing throng with such an over-flowing of valor that the captain of the Helots (whose eyes quickly judged) saw that he alone was worth all the rest of the Arcadians. He wondered so at Palladius that it was hard to say whether he liked his doing more than he misliked the effects of his doing, and he determined that upon that cast the game lay. Disdaining to fight with any other, he sought to join combat with him alone.
Palladius was of the same mind, having easily marked that the young captain was the first mover, so to speak, of all the other hands. And so, their thoughts meeting in one point, they consented to try each other’s fortune and drew themselves to the uttermost of one side, where they began a combat, as inferior to the battle in noise and number as surpassing it in bravery of fighting and, as it were, delightful terribleness. Their courage was guided with skill, and their skill was armed with courage; neither did their hardiness darken their wit, nor their wit cool their hardiness. Both were valiant, as men despising death. Both were confident, because unused to losing, yet doubtful by their present feeling and respectful of what they had already seen. Their feet were steady, their hands diligent, their eyes watchful, and the hearts resolute. The parts either not armed (or weakly armed) were well known, and according to the knowledge should have been sharply visited, but that the answer was as quick as the objection. Yet when they alighted and fought on foot, their smart bred rage, and their rage bred smart again.
Both sides began to wax faint, and each was rather desirous to die accompanied than hopeful to live victorious, when the captain of the Helots struck Palladius on the side of the head with a blow whose violence grew of fury, not of strength, or of strength proceeding of fury. Palladius reeled, astonished, and withal his helmet fell off, he remaining bare headed. The other Arcadians were ready to shield him from any harm that might rise of nakedness.
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