Anticleia was suddenly joined by her bodyguard, their ranks sadly thinned by the fighting. Astounded the women looked on as King Leonidss and his own elite personal brotherhood fell to their knees and lifted their weapons up to the watching Amazons. Anticleia’s second in command, Laomedea, whispered wide-eyed, “Are the Thracians truly yielding to us, commander?” she asked, almost disbelieving. Slowly the dark-haired Amazon nodded. “Leonidas has given the order.” she replied simply. “Truly Hera has granted us a great victory, sisters.”
In another part of the field, Electra and Antiope were equally shocked as the men they had been fighting just minutes before, similarly wearily fell to their knees as Idaeus’ message from their King coursed through the Thracians ranks. “We yield, ladies,” the men began to cry, throwing down their weapons, “spare us!” Antiope looked urgently at her senior. “Do we behead them, sister?” she asked, confused, still filled with the heat of battle. Electra shook her head. “No, I think their whole army is giving up. Our commander must have defeated their King.” she answered, the wonder sounding in her voice. Then a broad smile spread across Anticleia’s face as she called out joyfully to her small band of survivors: “Victory, Amazons! We have won!” Her warriors responded with delighted ululating and raised triumphal blades. Antiope continued to gaze at the ranks of defeated kneeling men. “What then do we do with them?” she asked.
“We bind them.” replied Electra simply.
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