Carthaginian Empire – Episode 6: Handro’s Fleet
By: David Bowman
ISBN: 978-1-877546-83-9
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Dedication
History is written by the winners; for if treason succeeds none dare call it treason? I find the concepts this reveals to be fascinating. I can bore the teeth off anyone at twenty paces at parties if you get me going. Hopefully I won’t bore you here. My thanks to the team at Bluewood Publishing for giving me the opportunity to put my theories into practice. My thanks as ever to the people who encouraged me to write as a means of escaping the sometimes dreadful realities of life. I truly hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I did writing them.
Carthaginian Empire – Episode 6: Handro’s Fleet
Lysander looked out over the sea turned red by the setting sun. Already the sounds of battle were dying away. To the east, the few remaining Athenian triremes were backing away. Soon they would turn and depart, leaving him the victor. He shook his head sadly and turned to his aide.
“Why did they do it? Why did they fight us last year at Arginusae and again here at Aegospotami?”
The aide just shrugged, too tired to think as deeply as his commander was.
“Don’t they realise that these fights between Greek city states are meaningless. Can’t they see that the men and ships lost here today should have been saved to fight the devils from the west?”