"A HaMaadimi Honeymoon, Part 5"
25th Odoos, 9 (2188)
Thando HaMaadimi
I listen as my wife sings while she showers.
I've been thinking about her.
I don't doubt her desire to be the heiress of Alexander - he left the empire either to one of his generals, Craterus, or to the strongest. They are practically the same word after all in the Greek, and it wouldn't be impossible to interpret the words of a dying man in a way that skews his position if it opened opportunities for the listeners. Which it undoubtedly did. If the second, then she's as welcome to the title as anyone else; such is the nature of authority gained from the use of force, it belongs to whoever has the greater strength. And if you aren't the strongest...
Her issue is she feels like she's fallen short; I see it in the way she can't hold her gaze when she sees her face in the mirror. I can sort of see where she's coming from, but I definitely don't agree that losing an eye means you stop. In some ways, it's sweet; between us we have binocular vision.
Maybe her option is to succeed in a different way. A strong sword arm does not make a king; the logic that says it does becomes self-destructive. There are other ways.
I hold out a towel as she leaves the shower booth.
She looks at me. "Were you watching me?"
"I was just listening."
"You understood it?"
"A little. The
Odysseia, right?"
She's smiling now. "Yes."
"I've been thinking."
She laughs as she finishes drying off. "Careful Thando."
"Apart from his military success, how else does Alexander inspire you?"
She pushes off the wall back to our bedroom. I follow, and wait by the door. Then exits, having gotten dressed. "Thando, I grew up on Earth, before my family were sold to MSI freighters. In Thessaloniki, not far from where the ancient Macedonians had their capital city. English father, Greek mother; they called me Alexandra after him. And I always knew Humanity needed another Alexander to free us."
"He wasn't just a conqueror."
She looks at me as she puts her hair in a bun. "Thando, where are you going with this? Your sister is the colony's best administrator. I've seen I can't match her there."
"I'm thinking maybe you could draw on his other achievements."
Her face falls. "I... I don't know. I'm not the woman I was, back before the Flagship. The old me used to be so ambitious." She taps the bubbled flesh where her eye used to be. "I'm nervous, now." I take her hand.
She looks at it.
I let go.
She laughs. "Thando, I've already washed once."
I smile. "I only meant to offer emotional support."
She kisses my cheek. "Thank you, husband."
"You're welcome, wife."
She laughs. When she settles, we just float together for a while. "What do you believe I could do?"
We spend a few moments staring eye to eye. "Maybe you failed at being a sword on the Flagship so that you would realise you are a shield." She looks at me, dozens of emotions in her face. I start to get worried. "Have I upset you?"
She kisses me, then heads to the bedroom. I wait.
She brings out a bronze shield; painted with a star of Macedon on it. "Your sister gave me this. After the Flagship, I returned it, and she gave it back as a gift instead of the military insignia it was originally." She pauses. "Maybe you're both right about me."