Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 33: Slave storm

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A few days later, Kunogolata, who was resting in bed, heard something: A part of the slaves in the Turiyi quarry rioted. They defeated the guards guarding them and fled Turiyi. Some of the slaves unexpectedly escaped. He fled to Amendorara and asked for protection, and Turri's envoy also rushed to ask Amendorara to send the slaves back.

At this moment, in the Senate in Amendorara, the representatives of the Turiyi envoys and the fugitive slaves are glaring.

Plesinas, Turri’s new general, if Kunogolata were here, he would have recognized this person as one of the main instigators who incited Turri’s people to expel him. At this moment, he faces To the elders of Amendorara, he loudly criticized: "Amendorara is Turri’s ally, is it this way to treat the messengers of the allies?! Let a low status slave and Turri’s noble general stand by Together, this is a humiliation to Turri! If Amendorara does not respond in good faith to Turri’s request, Turri will reconsider the covenant with Amendorara!"

As soon as this statement came out, the elders sitting on the wooden chairs in the venue were in an uproar.

At this time, Ombudsman Antonios stood up and said: "Dear Emissary Turri, we have not yet started discussing Turri’s request. Unexpectedly, as soon as you came in, you took the initiative to walk to the center of the venue. Forgot. To remind you, your position is here." Antonios pointed to a position on the side of the party in front of the venue: "I think the noble envoys from Turii should be more aware of the city-state’s diplomatic etiquette than we do, without permission. Next, Gentile messengers should keep quiet."

The elders let out a burst of laughter.

Plycinus was not embarrassed at all, pointing to the slave regardless, and continuing to speak loudly: "I have never heard of a slave listening in when major issues are discussed between the city-states! Amen! What a sacred place the Dorara City Senate is, how can a lowly slave desecrate it!"

"This is because as a representative of the slaves who fled to Amendorara, his request concerns Amendorara and Turrii. I think it is necessary to ask him to express his request again, let us noble The people in the audience come to a fair discussion to judge whether his request is reasonable. So, respected Envoy of Turiyi, are you going to stand there forever so that our meeting cannot officially start?!" Dai sitting in the middle of the front of the venue Firth's calm tone was full of majesty, which made Plessinas sit down in his seat angrily.

"Slave, now you can say what you want." The rotating chairman of the Senate, Cornellus, the chief executive of the city, said loudly.

The slave respectfully saluted, and said: "Dear sirs, my name is Aristocrates. First of all, I want to make it clear that I was not born humble. My father is a nobleman in Cyrenaica. The main business is Silpion grass, with hundreds of slaves and a large farm. Eight years ago, my father took me to Olympia by boat to watch the Games. During the voyage, I met pirates... My father... Father was killed... …I was sold to Turey..."

Aristocrates took a deep breath, suppressed the sadness in his heart, and continued: "Despite the misfortune, I don't complain too much. Perhaps this is the punishment of the gods. In the picture Lee, I did my duty to complete the work assigned by the master, and I never slack...Until two months ago, the city-state gathered us and escorted us to the mercenary camp. You stand in front of us, sir, and call us to be Tuli. Fight in Iraq." Aristocrates bowed respectfully towards Daves: "You also said,'As long as we win, we will be free!' For freedom, we who have never taken a weapon took it up. Weapons! For freedom, we, who have never killed anyone, fought against the vicious Lucanians! And it was these vicious Lucanians who defeated Turíy, but freedom makes us fearless! We fight bravely! , When the war was victorious, our more than 2,000 slaves were left with only more than 1,000 people..."

Aristocrates sucked his nose lightly, making the new citizen elders feel in a daze, as if they were in the fierce battle of a lifetime of nine deaths again.

"We were waiting for the exciting moment, but what was waiting was cold knives and guns! Turri was saved, and we were escorted back to the dark and damp cave, continuing to carry the heavy ore. We protested, but only severe beatings and fasting were ushered in... Just when we were desperate, we heard the news that the mercenary slaves who fought with us are now free people, and there is a possibility in the future. Become a city-state citizen. Why are the same slaves, and the same fighting for Turiyi, but there will be two completely different results! So unwilling to attack the guards of the mine, we fled here, just want to ask the adults, Did the vow you made in the name of God still count?!"

Aristocrates' affectionate narration touched the veterans present, and the venue was silent for a while. Only Plycinus shouted: "He is lying! They are not the slaves who participated in the battle at all!"

Antonius immediately got up and said: "As to whether they were slaves participating in the battle, we have a way to confirm. Because the freedmen of the city-state once fought with them, spent one night and one day together, and compared with them. Familiar. I have sent them to the slave house for identification. I request that representatives of the freedmen enter the Senate to testify."

"Agree!"

"Agree!!"

The elders all agreed, and Plaisinus' opposition was completely overwhelmed.

Taking advantage of this free time, Daves looked with interest at this man with a thick beard, a few scars on his face, dark skin, a little rickety figure, but still faintly revealing a young face of Aristocrates. , Asked: "What you asked me just now, I will answer you in a moment. I want to ask you now, judging from what you just said, you are obviously well-educated, why did you become a mining slave?" Like Aristotle The price of well-educated slaves like Crady is generally very high, and they will never be too wasteful to do dirty and hard work that only ordinary slaves can do.

Aristocrates smiled bitterly: "I was initially bought by a wealthy businessman in Turiyi to help him manage his vineyard and winery. I did a good job and won his trust. He also said to give I am free...Unfortunately he died...His wife soon got married again, and my new master gave me free to the city-state of Turiyi. At that time, the city-state was short of mining slaves, so he got me I went..."

There must be some complicated internal information in this, but seeing Aristocrates’ face calm and apparently looking away, Davers said admiringly: “I think the gods are not punishing you, but Exercise you!"

When Aristocrates heard this, his heart suddenly became excited, he obviously heard something from this.

At this time, the representatives of the freedmen entered the meeting place. After facing the gods and swearing, they said the answer: These fleeing slaves did participate in the battle!

Plessinus didn’t agree. He stood up and retorted: “It’s common for city-states to let slaves participate in battle! For example, Sparta often asks Black Rolls to fight with them, and he has won countless victories. Did Sparta let Black Rolls be free? Obviously not! With Turiyi and Amendorara's friendship for many years and the busy trade exchanges during this period of time, I think it is impossible for the Archon Daves to do it. With such a promise, this slave is obviously lying! It is the virtue of the Greeks to return the lost property to the owner! I once again ask the Amendorara Senate to return these slaves who belonged to Turye’s property to Turye. !"

Aristocrates changed his expression slightly and looked at Daves.

Davers looked at Plycinus, who was arrogant and tough, and sneered in his heart: This Turyee was actually threatening him and Amendorara in a subtle way just now!

He stood up, looked serious and said to Aristocrates: "You just asked me, I can answer you. I Daves. Amendorara's lifelong consul, the promise he made is like a flaming flame. Like the fire of the Hell, it will never go out! Yes, I promised to give you freedom after the battle is won! Because you are slaves to Turei, I asked Burkos to testify and let him write my promise On the paper, rush back to the city of Turiyi to sign the soldiers. Before the battle began, when Burcos came to persuade us to return, I once again reiterated to Burkes my promise to you, but I did not expect that, You are still in shackles to this day!"

Daves’ expression was painful, and he said loudly, “You saved Turiyi, and Turiyi owes you! You helped the mercenaries, and Amendora owes you too! I ask the Envoy of Turiyi, please Give them freedom!"

As soon as Daves's voice fell, the elders shouted in unison: "Give them freedom! Since you swear to God, you should give these poor and respectable slaves freedom, Tury!"

Plessinus looked flustered, and he sneered: "Turiy has never seen an agreement to give them freedom! I have never seen it! Master Daves, you must have remembered wrong. Yes, I must have remembered it wrong!"

Note: Silfion grass is said to be a kind of skewered pine herb. It was abundant in Cyrenaica in ancient times. It was used as a precious fodder to promote the fertility of livestock and as a condiment for food. The most important thing is that it can To improve the function of men, it was very popular in various countries in the ancient Mediterranean and became the pillar industry of Cyrenaica, earning a lot of money. Therefore, the coins minted in Cyrenaica even have its pattern printed on it. It is a pity that too many men in the Mediterranean need it, which eventually led to its extinction, and now there is no real Silfion grass.