King of Sparta
Taking Stock, 1 January 474 AUC to 20 January 474 AUC
Hello, I am Archidamus. I am King of Sparta. We used to be pretty big shots, but, well. Letís just say our ship has sailed. For example, we donít date from our big wins over Persia and Athens. We donít date from our big losses to Thebes or even Thebesí humiliating defeat at Macedonís hands. No, our calendar is based on when the City of Rome was founded. I donít even know where Rome is!
Not only that, but the King of Sparta, me, is an orphan.
Here is my son Eudamidas. He is more popular than I am even though he looks like someone just shot his dog. And I mean all the time.
Aannnd this is Sparta. Yeah, we donít yell that anymore. Not since we lost all those great Helots. Itís not as easy to be warrior-heroes when you have to darn your own socks. Plus, our bottomless well caved in.
Even the hated Achean League has a larger army and richer lands. Well, they donít know we hate them yet, but if we are going to restore glory to Sparta, we need enemies right?
Oh yes, I also command the army. All 1,000 of them.
My son commands our boat.
I would offer a sacrifice to the gods to get their support for my plan to restore Sparta to greatness, but we are so poor, our sacrifices would only insult them.
So, we are on our own.
My diplomatic initiatives are not off to the great start I had hoped for.
Poor Eudamidas. He was hoping we could use the wood to build a second boat.
Well, we do have one trade route. With my secret enemies the Achean League. Iím selling them the supplies they will need to raise effective Heavy Infantry.
Iím really not good at this.
This is my new wife Eirene. When you are King of Sparta, you canít be too choosy.