While walking through the ruins of the ancient city of Pella, where Alexander the Great was born, I suddenly recalled a scene from Jeanne Reames’ Dancing with the Lion, describing a young Alexander’s trip to the agora (marketplace)
“The shops and colonnades of the city agorá, or market, swarmed with a vivid, reeking confusion of human flesh haggling fran-tically, boasting loudly, arguing politics, or huddling in intense conversation. Alexandros slipped past country farmers goading balking donkeys burdened with produce like improbable hedgehogs. Fishwives called out their husbands' catches, and vendors spilled into avenues, each bellowing the superiority of his wares.
Bobbing up on his toes, Alexandros looked about. In the northwest wing, bright colors beckoned, and he elbowed his way through to where an unexpected pair of Persikoi merchants had set up a dazzling display of high-priced rugs and fragrant spices, sharp perfumes and fine cashmere.” —Dancing with the Lion by Jeanne Reames
The scene continues with a description of the hot summer heat, which I keenly felt today in 95 degree Fahrenheit (35 Celsius):
“The morning was already white and drunk with the summer heat that made men tor-pid. Pella's western wall bordered the meandering river that emptied into Loudias Lake.
To the north stood Mount Paiko, green with oak, beech, and silver pine, while south around the lake lay a reedy marsh. When he climbed up to the palace roof, he could see all the way to the Thermaikos Gulf, banded with river silt in blues and browns and yellows. It would be dotted now with fishing boats and great merchant galleys. On the far southwest horizon, mighty Olympos rose straight up just a few miles inland from the coast.”
And it all leads up with a meet-cute with Hephaistion in the palace!
“He turned to wave ... and promptly collided with somebody coming down the corri-dor. Their combined momentum spun them into a wall. "Oimoi!" the boy said, rubbing a shoulder. "Turn an eye to where your feet are taking you!" Disentangling himself, Alexandros looked up, saw who he'd collided with, and flushed so hot he thought his blood was boiling. Hephaistion.”
In this novel, Hephaistion is a huge “horse girl”, as was Alexander, and here he is, with his horse (left), and Alexander (right)