AO3 IS BACK SO I'M GONNA TO RECOMMEND MY TWO FICS OF ''POOR MYDEI WHO STILL LOVES HIS ORIGINAL FRIENDS SO MUCH BUT IN SECOND PART THEY ENDED UP BEING A BASTARDS''
First part - Mydei mistakes five times Phainon with some of their past friends, breaking the heart of the poor hero. Based in the ending of 3.3
Second part- Happy ending inspired in the finale of 3.4 / cycle of 3.5 (Mydei's family is alive blablabla) Mydei wants to reconciliate with Phainon after he brokes his heart but his past friends are now with him and they pretty dislike Phainon so much ~~
A lot of whump and hurt/comfort, my medicine to endure this shitty life (ŕš>Řâ˘Ěŕš)
Hello professor! Do you think Alexander's attributed quote about who should succeed him â âto the strongestâ â came out of a general perception or analysis of his era, or from the intent of making Alexander's story more âepicâ, âromanticizedâ, âfictionableâ?
Did Alexander say, âTo the strongestâ or âTo Kraterosâ?
From the first time I saw this suggested, Iâve believed Alexander was conveniently âmisheardâ with the excuse that his voice was practically nothing at that point. Or essentially, they were reading his lips. Weâre told he couldnât speak anymore at the end.
In Greek, âthe strongestâ would be Kratistos.
Which is damn close to Krateros.
Who was conveniently not there to fight for his rights.
Hmmm.
Now, that assumes he said anything at all, or was even asked. Because yes, the other obvious interpretation of the famous reply is that he predicted his own funeral games. Drama!
Also in favor of his not having said anything, aside from the fact weâre told he no longer had a voice, is that he supposedly gave his seal ring to Perdikkas. Did Perdikkas maneuver that? Maybe. But after Hephaistionâs death, Perdikkas was essentially raised to Hephaistionâs position, even if he didnât get the title along with it.
So, I donât find it impossible that Alexander was never asked anything, or that he preempted the ask by awarding the seal to Perdikkas. Of his age-mates, Perdikkas had risen to command positions the earliest, either through birth or competenceâor both.* He very well might have been the son of the Prince of Orestis (a man named Orontes), which was an independent kingdom before Philip absorbed it.
Now, Krateros was also (we think) from Orestis, but his father was Alexandros. Again, we assume that he and Perdikkas were cousins at some remove, but Perdikkas appears to have been the higher-born. Or thatâs Waldemar Heckelâs take. Iâm only just getting into that this summer (itâs on my list) to look at the evidence myself and decide if I agree on the prosopography. That said, Waldemar has a Rolodex in his head of whoâs related to whom, so while I donât always concur with his conclusions, I do far more often than I donâtâespecially for stuff like this.
Either way, with the earlier execution of Alexander of Lynkestis, Perdikkas was (probably) one of the highest born Macedonian nobles at court after ATG himself and Arrhidaios. Leonnatos (Lynkestis), Neoptolemos (Epiros), and Harpalos and Derdas (Elimeia) were a few more. Ptolemy too (Eordaia).
So Iâd say thereâs a very good chance Alexander was never asked, and if he was asked, an even better chance he actually said âKraterosââwhich annoyed the fuck out of Kraterosâs royal cousin enough to change it to âKratistos.â đ Even if Alexander recognized the âmisunderstandingâ as it happened, he was past being able to jump out of bed and correct him. LOL
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*Carol King wrote a pretty good little article for the collection I recently edited with Graham, called âPerdikkas son of Orontes: Successor to Alexander the Great,â in Macedon and Its Influences. In it, she takes aim at a lot of the later negative press about Perdikkas from the Successor Wars in the same way Iâve gone after the negative press about Hephaistion.
Based on the post by @i-bring-crack I rotated it too much in my head and now it's cooked into an actual plot post. Anyway read Mydei's crash landing and him meeting the five dumbasses of the Kremnoan Detachment. Additional notes are at the bottom of the post.
Also after cross posting it I found out this is 3000 words long I did not expect that.
Content warnings: Death and resurrection, Swearing
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Firewall Breached: Isolating Operating Systems
Operating Systems Compromise
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Mydei gasped awake, icy water flooding his lungs and setting him on another 3 minute timer before his next death. He'd been trapped in the flooded ruins of his ship for too long. He could feel blooms scratching his veins and choaking his arteries. Blossoms clogged his lungs and throat where they lay choaked by water. He lost count of his deaths long ago, but his claws had finally pierced the outer shell. Dragging himself free, he wrestled with the water around him. An eternal abyss stretched around him on all sides. He could barely make out the shape of the ship behind him, still sinking into the void.
He called on his Mark. Beneath him, a flurry of foes, but above, the enemies petered out. That was where up was. He didn't have much time to swim before his body gave out on him, or he encountered a creature investigating the wreck. No doubt many of the foes he detected would be interested in a lone human drowing in the deep. He began to drag himself towards the surface, even as his lungs burned and blooms clawed their way out of his mouth. His vision grew blurry and... shit no don't lose focus now!
He could feel his blooms shiver and crystalise in his veins. Let Yaoshi's curse be merciful and give him enough strength to swim for air next time.
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Never Again
Mydei wrung water out of his hair and coughed up another dafodill. A couple shards of blood accompanied the bloom and he grimaced. Just because he couldn't die for good, didn't mean that it wasn't a miserable experience. The obsidian beach he found himself on was completely adandoned, and the forest that bordered it would have probably been covered in creepy fog in a dramatic movie.
Looking out over the icy waters he had barely managed to clamber out of, Mydei groaned. This was no at all how he thought his landing on the strange planet would go. Amphoreous, the planet that didn't quite exist. His Hunt for the Garden of Recollection had led him here, where the last Memokeeper he had interrogated had spoke of orders surrounding the planet. It seemed not even they knew it's complete nature.
Slinking through the shadows of the woodland, Mydei considered his plan. Without his flare and ship, the situation has taken a turn for the worse. He can't guarantee Amphoreous will have technology developed enough to facilitate space travel. There were no other planets in the system, and if the Memokeeper was right, Mydei was the first and only being to ever enter Amphoreous. In fact, there was a high chance he would have to deal with a language barrier. He shuddered at the memories. Those first few months where he didn't know what was going on... he could only hope these people spoke a language he knew, however unlikely that was.
"Do you think Krateros will be upset if we brought back a Noontide Lion?"
"Is water wet?"
"I mean-"
"Don't even start."
Voices whispered up through the silence, and Mydei slipped behind a tree, his Mark buzzing under his skin. Some form of vocal sapient life was nearby. At least two, though from the footsteps likely more. They spoke a registered language, but whether they understood Synesthesia common or was another thing entirely.
Sneaking closer, Mydei confirmed a visual. Five humans - why is it always humans? - who looked around his age, dressed in light airy cloth in various shades of white and blue, alongside bronze armoring. Vastly different to Mydeimos' sleek gunmetal bodysuit, padded and armored as much as he could afford, and embossed with runes that repaired the material for him when it was inevitably damaged. The same runes that had been burned into his skin.
That was the worst part of dying, it always brought him back to times he didn't want to remember. It was never the memories he wanted to recall that came back.
He followed the five men through the forest. They moved like soldiers, yet spoke like brothers. Comrades in arms, in ways that Mydei couldn't say he was familiar with. The last time he crossed paths with a fellow Galaxy Ranger was... huh. He couldn't remember. he knew he met someone after leaving his mentor's side.... He growled, loud enough that the man at the back of the group jumped, and Mydei quickly ducked behind his tree. It seems like that Memokeeper got back at him after all.
"Hey guys. Did anyone else hear that?" the man he startled whisper-shouted. He could hear rustling from the brush underfoot as one of the men shifted.
"If you heard something we should be on guard. It could be anything from a stray Titankin to the Black Tide." one of the other voices reasoned, and Mydei could hear them all shift their grips on their weapons. That wouldn't be good for him.
He would have to fall further back in his tailing. Once they were clear of the forest and nearer to civilisation, he would be able to leave them be and continue on his own. He needed to find a good landmark to hide his combat suit as well. He didn't know how the people of Amphoreous would react to a stranger from the stars in their lands. It was better to go incognito than risk being hunted. It would interfere with his mission.
Find what the Garden of Recollection was looking for and either take it for himself, or destroy it before they could get to it.
They walked for another half hour or so. The men continued their idle chatter, though pausing every once in a while to listen out for threats. Cute, but Mydeimos had training to stop himself from making noise while walking no matter the terrain, and his boots were made especially for the act.
"Hey guys I'm taking a piss break. Can we take five?" one of them interrupted, inching off to wander into the forest. Mydei silently huffed to himself.
"Stay close, you don't know what's in there," warned the reasonable one. He was cautious, and the most likely to be the group leader.
"Yeah don't get caught with your pants down!" crowed the thinner blonde. He immediately fell onto the ground, stretching out leisurely. The least physically able of the five then. Especially since the one who had obvious medical supplies - and dark blue hair, curious - hanging from their pack immediately went to checking on him, and scolding him when it seemed everything was fine.
"I'll have snacks ready for when you return," hummed the quiet one, who took out a string instrument from their pack and began tuning it. A musician then. He would be popular for moral in that larger army they spoke of. "The Detachment".
Mydei shifted down into the underbrush, crouching low and under a couple ferns so he could stay hidden, should any of the men look towards him. It shouldn't take the energetic one much time to return to the group. He wandered far enough to be out of sight and he couldn't be heard over the chatter of the group, but considering his earlier comment on hearing Mydei's growl, he should be cautious enough to stay close to the camp. And since he left camp on the opposite side from where Mydei was watching, there was no risk of them crossing paths-
The icy tip of a spear rested lightly on his jugular vein with just enough pressure to warn against moving. "Well, you're not a titankin," remarked the energetic one from behind him, where he stood pointing his spear directly at Mydei's throat. Mydei however, was furious. He had just come back from death Lan knows how many times. However this sly bastard got behind him was irrelevant right now. This conniving mongrel thought he could pin him down, threaten his life.
The last time someone tried such a farce, their blood and guts coated his claws. This time would be no different.
He was The Solitary Lion, Mydeimos the Undying, from the planet that does not exist. He will never go down without a fight.
He whipped around with a snarl, all sense of hiding torn away like his claws tore through the man's hand. Flinching, the man hissed and backed off, cradling his injured hand and more importantly dropping the weapon. Mydei did not give him a chance to recover.
Launching himself to his feet, Mydei charged the man, claws poised to pierce his throat. The man... slide away from him? Mydei twisted around as the man outpaced him, and retreated back towards his comrades, who had quickly taken up their won weapons. Spears and shields. Troublesome, but it would take much more than primitive weaponry to take him down.
Mydei immediately lunged for the weakest of the five. He would let the wound fester on the fast one's hand before dealing with him. Grasping his target's spear in hand, he yanked it out of his opponents grip and tossed it away before clawing for his throat. Once again, his opponent was fast enough to stop his attack, instead bringing up his shield to deflect the blow. Mydei's claws were sharper than simple bronze, and sunk deep into the metal. It gave him just enough purchase to attempt to rip it straight from his opponent's ha-
Not there!
Mydei twisted again, bringing his free gauntlet up to block and deflect the spear aiming for his back. The musician quickly backstepped before Mydei could repeat the same maneouver twice. All of them were trained well, Mydei noted with a displeased hiss.
It didn't matter. He was better.
Mydei ducked from the medic's slash and ripped the shield from the weaker person's arm before he could leverage the openings his friends were trying to create for him. The leather straps snapped but it didn't matter, his suit could magnetise. The shield snapped onto his right forearm, which he then brought up to bash against the quick one's strike. It seems he wasn't as out of the fight as Mydei had hoped. Dammit.
Shoving the weak one away, Mydei quickly escaped his perilous postion over the fallen one's body, giving him a quick stomp on the chest for good measure. That should keep him down. Unfortunately, his friends made sure he didn't have the chance to slit the fallen one's throat, as they leveraged the additional reach their spears gave them to force him away from multiple angles.
Mydei circled around the clearing, and his enemies followed his position with practiced ease, their formation never wavering. Mydei smirked as he saw the one he knocked down was struggling to move, let alone get up from the ground. Good, one less threat to deal with.
This time, Mydei lunged for the musician. Inevitable his friends moved to block his advance, but that wasn't his goal. Instead of attacking, Mydei shoved off the defense and pivoted, instead striking the quick one from his elbow all the way to his shoulder, taking off part of the ear with his pass. Golden - ? - blood poured from the wounds and his friends immediately panicked.
Brilliant.
Mydei siezed his newly created opening, lashing out at the musician with a kick as his spun to attack the medic, who was now out of position. The leader attempted to defend for his friend, but Mydei simply batted away the spear with his stolen shield and raked his claws over the medic's chest. The man managed to backstep away from most of the damage, but crimson still poured out and stained his white robes.
"Hephaestion!" the cry came from the leader. A name or a command, he couldn't be sure, but they coudn't stop him no matter what it was. Pursuing the medic's retreat, Mydei raised his claws to continue his assault-
BAM!
Two bodies slammed into him, knocking him square off his feet and onto his stomach, right in front of the musician. The tackle prevented him from twisting around, and before he could buck the additional weight off him he felt pressure on his spine. Sharp, pointed pressure.
He froze, and the two soldiers that had tackled him got up and off his back. He couldn't move. They ripped the shield from his arm. He couldn't move. A sandle planted itself by his hips, the other over his shoulder by his neck. He couldn't move.
"You stopped trying to attack me when Peucesta aimed for your back, right here." the pressure increased and Mydei's breath hitched, his pulse jackrabbiting in his ear. "This is a weak spot, isn't it?" the man on his back asked, and Mydei bit back a whine. Anywhere but there. He tried to shift, roll, anything to get this man away from his weakpoint, and this time the spear pierced skin. This time he couldn't hold back the sharp yelp that escaped, and he immediately froze before the man decided to put the spear deeper in. "Knew it," his enemy huffed.
"He doesn't look Aidonian, or Okheman for that matter." the leader muttered, moving to stand in front of Mydei to peer down at his face. Mydei bared is teeth in a snarl back, but didn't shift another muscle in case the one on his back got any ideas.
"That armor doesn't even look real." one of the men muttered.
"Those claws don't feel Mountain Dweller made, but they're definitely sharp enough for it," the quick one remarked, before hissing in pain. Careful admonishments accompanied the noise, and Mydei huffed. Were they already treating their wounds? Sure, he wasn't in a position to stop them, but it was deeply insulting.
"Who sent you?" the man on his back hissed. There was a rattle to his voice. This was the man he had first knocked down, the physically weakest of the five. Humiliating
"No one." Mydei huffed, claws flexing before the spear in his back shifted and forced him to still again. There had to be a way to get this man off his back without risking his weak point.
"I don't believe you." the man hissed and Mydei held back the urge to growl again.
"I have no reason to lie." he snapped back. These five didn't seem too important. He rested his chin back on the ground and hissed out "I didn't exactly plan to crash land on this planet the way I did."
"What did you say?" the leader startled, before stepping closer and crouching down, clear interest shining in his eyes.
Mydei growled again. "I said I am not from this planet, Amphoreous, or whatever you call it. I am from beyond the stars." If the truth would let him keep his life, then so be it.
"Nice try-" the man on his back snickered before he was cut off
"I believe him."
"Wha- Ptolemy!" the man on his back cried out to his companion. Another name, this one much easier to place than the last two.
Ptolemy gestured down to Mydei, "Look at his armor, have we seen or heard about anything like it in all of Amphoreous?" he asked, a clearly rhetorical question.
"Then how does he speak Kremnoan?" the man on his back seemed like the kind who didn't understand rhetorical questions.
"I don't. It's called a Synesthesia beacon. It is an implant that automatically translated languages. Your language must already be registered within the beacon. It seems my beacon has been translating my words into your common tongue." Mydei huffed. It was strange that this 'Kremnoan' language was already registered, but languages could have similar meaning and sounds. He supposed it was just a matter of time until two languages were alike.
"Why were you following us?" the quick one asked as he walking into Mydei's line of sight. the man's arm and hand have already been bandaged, that was quick. Their medic wasn't to be underestimated.
"I needed a way out of this forest and towards civilisation. You five were just the first locals I've seen." Mydei explained and tapped a claw on the ground. No reaction.
"I'm honoured," the quick one drawled. He was elbowed by Ptolemy.
"Then why did you attack us?" the leader asked next. Mydei gave the man his sharpest of glares. What a stupid question to ask.
"Because one of you decided to threaten my life with a spear at my neck and I have dealt with enough death in that bullshit ocean. Contrary to popular belief, dying is a miserable experience." he huffed and shifted in place, curling his claws under his body. Unlike before, the man on his back didn't threaten him with the spear. Progress.
The men around him winced.
"Alright that's fair. Sorry about that," the man on his back chuckled and- did he just?
Mydei froze, before shifting his weight to his left side. The spear didn't follow him. He rolled over fully, and no sharp points pierced his spine and dragged him into Yaoshi's embrace. He sat up, and no one tried to stop him. The man that had been on his back was now standing off to the side with a hand on his ribs and his spear held lax at his side. Why did they just- he was trying to kill them before.
"You're letting me go?" he asked before he could think the better of it. The weakened man gave Mydei a lopsided grin as the medic walked over to help brace his ribs. Ptolemy shook his head but did nothing to stop his friends. The quick one chuckled
The quick one chuckled, "I mean we started it. Besides six eyes are better than five for finding a way out."
Mydei gave that sentence a once over. Did they- we're they just wandering aimlessly?
"You... you don't know the way out of the forest?" he double checked. All he recieved was five identical looks of sheepish embarrassment.
Mydei groaned. Nothing on this stupid planet was working out in his favour. "Mongrels the lot of you," he hissed. These men were going to be the death of him in more ways than one.
Mydei reads as a virus because he's a galaxy ranger. Irontomb does not like him because they killed Zuno, another Lord Ravager
Mydei has his Galaxy Ranger bullet but no gun
Mydei coughs up Dafodills because they mean death and rebirth
Mydei was abducted from his planet before it was destroyed by the antimatter legion by the Denzins of Abundance, where he was later experimented on and blessed by Yaoshi. When he died a lot flowers bloom in his body. He was later rescued by a Galaxy Ranger, who became his mentor
Some Cremators from the Garden of Recollection destroyed the memories of his planet, which is why Mydei hates the garden and why he is called "Mydeimos from the planet that does not exist". He can't remember his homeland but he knows the memories are missing.
Mydei runs into Argenti quite literally everywhere. This isn't relevant for this oneshot but I just wanted to mention it. Talon will never leave Gabe alone.
The galaxy ranger Mydei had met before was Rappa. He's met Boothill as well but Rappa was the most recent one.
The memokeeper he interrogated deleted the memories from him as payback.
Mydei was present for Penacony but left soon after. It was at Penacony that he interrogated that memokeeper, but then headed straight for Amphoreous.
Irontomb crashed Mydei's ship to restrict his resources.
Leonnius is a Chrysos Heir because I thought it'd be cool. He's the only one out of the five
Yes they were wandering without knowing how to get out of the forest
They were communicating in sign after Leonnius heard Mydei. They planned for Leonnius to check out what was stalking them. It was also why they were chatting loudly in camp, to hide the sounds of Leonnius sneaking up on Mydei.
Mydei's weakpoint is still a guaranteed kill, but as an outsider he can't really die in Amphoreous. The Simulation is just mimicking it.
Khaslana is aware that Mydei is on Amphoreous, as is the Black Tide.
Mydei hasn't unlocked HKS but Mongrel is close enough
Mydei's Synesthesia beacon is only translating what he's hearing, the people of Amphoreous just have an auto one for other languages.
Hello Dr. Reames, quick question, according to Wikipedia, it says that the traces of paint left on the Istanbul sarcophagus "indicates that he was depicted with brown eyes an chestnut brown hair" how true is that? I believe you mentioned here that that same polychromy's red base paint for golden hues suggests he was strawberry blonde? And what of his eye color then? Should the sarcophagus (but really Wikipedia) be trusted if it says he had brown eyes? Any helpful resources would be greatly appreciated.
What Color Were Alexanderâs Eyes and Hair?
Combining with another askâŚ
Hello Dr. Reames! Quick question, I got into an argument with someone online that accused me of trying to "Nordicize" Alexander when I posted my fanart of him from Dancing with the Lion (i.e. strawberry blond with blue eyes) but I'm just curious, how do we know that for certain? I mean, doesn't the hunt fresco from tomb II at Vergina in northern Greece portray Alexander with brown eyes and hair? And doesn't the Alexander sarcophagus portray him as having brown eyes along with his red-brown hair, or do you think the brown eyes is a base paint maybe? Anyway, I'd love to hear from you! You're just as great as Mary Beard!
For some reason, this is a wildly popular question. LOL
Iâm doing both these queries at once, as they came in almost back-to-back and are closely related.
And thanks for the compliment, re: Mary Beard. đ Thatâs high praise indeed.
So, I took a look at Wikipedia to see what the footnotes (if any) said, wondering where that information originally came from: an exhibit called Gods in Color. Fortunately for me, the person scanned the page from the exhibition catalogue and made it available. The Wikipedia author also notes the Akropolis Head (from Athens) had a yellow-y base coat for his hair. The newer reconstruction of the frieze on Tomb II does indeed show Alexander's hair as a medium brown, although itâs a reconstruction of a badly deteriorated painting. That said, the techniques they used to pull out the colors are really super-cool, so it could be entirely accurate.
I want to note four things before digging in.
First, thereâs been a shift lately in answers to this question. Once, Alexander was popularly considered blond/blue-eyed with arguments to the contrary dismissed. These days, perhaps in a deliberate kick back at âNordicism,â the reverse is true (as the second asker found). He had brown hair and eyes becauseâŚMediterranean! Iâve also increasingly heard it from Greeks who want him to look more like modern Greeks, ignoring the fact Greece has been a crossroads of cultures and peoples since the Bronze Age.
While without question modern Greeks are DNA-linked to ancient Greeks, there's also been an in-flow of various other ethnicities, depending on where. The islands [and which islands!] are different from the north (and northeast and northwest differ!). Cyprus is its own puzzle, as is Crete. Even the Peloponnese and the mainland are different.
So, in short, we canât necessarily expect Alexander to match the coloring of modern Greeks. The various pebble mosaics from Pella would suggest otherwise. Several of these figures, not just Alexander, are dirty-blond/redheads. This is not just digital or screen settings; Iâve seen these mosaics in person.
Is that reddish color simply the pebbles fading? Or the âcolor paletteâ of the artist? Possibly, as the hair color of the figures in each mosaic matches. Yet there are brown pebbles in the mosaics, so it would've been perfectly possible to give these figures matching brown hair instead of matching reddish-blond. We have paintings from Macedonian tombs where we find both lighter- and darker-haired people. Then there are the nicknames. Kleitos Melas (the Black) and a Kleitos Leukos (the White). With our modern obsession with skin-color, Iâve seen people occasionally mistake this to indicate Kleitos Melas was a Black man. No, he had dark hair (melas = dark). Kleitos Leukos (leukos = light) was blond/light-haired.
Second, we in the modern world have a bit of an obsession with eye and hair color. The ancients⌠didnât. This is why, for instance, Plutarchâs rather extensive description of Alexanderâs appearance (Alex. 4) doesnât give us anything about his hair or eye color. The most we get is that his complexion was âruddy-fair,â leaning more to ruddy on the chest.
Furthermore, ancient Greek had fewer words for colors. The term used for blue eyes can also indicate gray or green. And we have a translation problem. âGray-eyedâ Athena is modern. Greek says ÎłÎťÎąĎ ÎşáżśĎÎšĎ (glaukĹpis) which means BRIGHT, not gray. E.g., her eyes seem to catch the light and flash. Yes, pale gray eyes do that, but so do pale blue or pale green. Itâs really denoting her ability to perceive: a characteristic associated with, oh, I donât know, wisdom. đ
The Greeks seemed more concerned with levels of brightness than color. We find this frequently in their poetry. So, a âwine-darkâ sea doesnât mean the sea is red (or their wine was blue⌠yes, some have seriously tried to propose that). It means the sea is DARK, obscuring, like wine in a cup.
They just donât seem to care as much about the color of things, but with shade, brightness, and tint. So rather than have fine(r) distinctions for colors: baby blue, royal blue, navy blue, etc. They talk about darkness and lightness for an entire HUE, or color family. Thatâs really what their âcolorâ terms are. Interesting, no?
Third, we have two chief specialists on Alexanderâs image. First, Andrew Stewart, who wrote Faces of Power: Alexanderâs Image and Hellenistic Politics (1993), for the Anglophones, and who the Wiki article mentions. Then Paolo Moreno, who wrote Alessandro Magno: Immagini come Storia (2004), for the Italian-speakers. Both are simply MASSIVE books, with lots of plates. If you are serious about Alexanderâs image, read them. The two donât always agree, but both are just hugely respected art historians and archaeologists. Both books are pricey due to the image plates, so perhaps get friendly with this thing called âinterlibrary loan,â if youâre not already familiar.
Stewart describes Alexanderâs physical appearance in several places, but most notably p. 72ff, where he discusses three ancient traditions. He says, âmodern investigators habitually conflate these three traditions, or (worse) select only those elements from them that fit their own preconceptions.â These three are: 1) contemporary observations, 2) Aristotelian physiognomic analysis, and 3) later (imperial era) the idealizing âparadigm of the romantically handsome prince,â and he names Arrian, Appian, and Apuleius as the chief perpetuators (73). The Blenheim Alexander, originally from Herculaneum, shows it.
Stewart summarizes his appearance, and Iâll quote him at length, as itâs useful:
Taken together, the two early traditions are not particularly flattering. Alexander was neither tall nor tanned; his neck apparently drooped and was twisted slightly towards his left shoulder, and he held his head high, tending to look upwards; he was clean-shaven; he had a loud, harsh voice; his eyes were limpid and melting; his brow was fierce; his hair formed a cowlick (anastolÄ) above it; and there was something altogether scary in his countenance. This is very far from the romantic crusader of the Roman imperial writers, the nineteenth-century biographers, and their latter-day followers such as Mary Renault: closer to the aptly named Alex of A Clockwork Orange or even to Sid Vicious than to a Prince Valiant! Only Lysippos was able to render these quirks (voice excluded) without diminishing Alexanderâs kingly aretÄâhis virile and leonine nature.
Lysipposâs task was not easy, for although a head held high and a loud voice were unmistakable signs of strutting masculinity, white skin, melting eyes, a smooth chin, and a drooping neck signaled exactly the opposite. Whatever this strange and somewhat uncanny fusion of masculine and feminine many have contributed to his electrifying charisma, it certainly fascinated and perplexed his contemporariesâhis court artists in particular. (73-74, I suggest finding and reading this entire section, as it tells a lot about ancient assumptions, as well as Alexanderâs possible goals with regard to his youthful appearance. Stewart adds, laterâŚ.)
To Alexander, the sarcasms of the Greeks were of no great importance. It was Macedonian opinion that counted, and in Macedon, the ancient traditions of heroic kingship were thriving still. (75)
All this is also why, in the novels, I have Hephaistion observe that only a flatterer would call Alexandros handsome. LOL
But also notice, in all the ancient hoopla about Alexanderâs appearance⌠nary a mention of his hair or eye color.
Both Stewart and Moreno discuss the sarcophagus (Stewart, 294-306; Moreno, 227-32), but donât really discuss eye- or hair-color there. There's also a Wikipedia article on the sarcophagus itself, which delves into the dispute over who it was FOR (Abdalonymosâbulk of scholars, MazaeusâHeckel). And if I am not always a fan of Wikipedia, I thought this entry was better than average.
Fourth, when it comes to ancient statues, what weâre usually able to determine is the under- or base coat. (The second asker alludes to this, in fact.) When you see an ancient sculpture recolored, such as was done for the Alexander sarcophagus (images below), they tend to look a bit glaringâas if meant for a childrenâs display. I suspect this is (one) reason some fight so hard against the (absolutely proven) fact these statues werenât white. Yes, racism is some of it, but TBH, the first time I saw one of these re-colorings, my reaction was âEeew!â So, if one grew up on their beauty in white marble, seeing them painted can be a turn-off.
BUT thatâs not what they actually looked like, any more than pure white is.
If we consider ancient Greek painting (mostly preserved today in tomb frescos), we see the Greeks had a fine sense of shading and tint. (Below, the Rape of Persephone from Royal Tomb I at Vergina.) THAT is what their sculptures would have looked like! Not Adventures with a Color Wheel for Kindergartners. Itâs just that all we can really recover for sure is the base color that seeped into the marble/stone. Of course, the painter would then have finished it far more lifelike. (Note also that the figures here have reddish hair too, but as they're gods, I'm not taking it as indicative of Macedonians, and the paint has faded; the original was probably lighter brown.)
Now, finally getting to the question about the Alexander SarcophagusâŚ.
We have a blessing of a sort: descriptions of the sculptures when the tomb was first opened, before fresh air got in there and oxidized the paint. His hair was described as reddish. I donât recall that description specifying chestnut (which I think of as medium brown). Anyway, I found it quite plausible, as that matches Plutarchâs âruddy-fairâ complexion. (This recounting of the opening might come from Olga Palagia but I don't rightly remember.) Incidentally, while they had photography then (1887), it was still very much black-and-white. âš
With redheads, eye color varies, but brown eyes are, in fact, more common. So Alexander very well could have had brown eyes and still been a ginger (or auburn). I chose to make his eyes blue in the novels simply because I wanted to play with the (very late and almost certainly invented) heterochromic eye-color tradition, but in a new way, giving him one expanded pupil. That would be more dramatic if his eyes were blue. Yet I donât consider it at all implausible that his eyes were brown.
Now, hereâs another potential fly in the ointment. Is the (Greek) figure on horseback on the lion-hunt long side of the sarcophagus actually Alexander? Alternative identities have been proposed (depending on when this hunt supposedly took place).
Also, to muddle the waters even further, identification of whom the sarcophagus belonged to has been questionedâalthough tbh, I think the arguments for Abdalonymos are sounder than Heckelâs suggestion of Mardonius. But back to the hunt. If the tomb were Abdalonymosâs, the Greek man riding to his rescue could also have been Perdikkas, or even Demetrios Poliorketes (Antigonosâs son). Alternatively, people have proposed Hephaistion, as the face isnât particularly individuated in quite the same way as the lion-helmed rider on the battle side. If the figure on the pediment of one side, being executed by other Macedonian soldiers, is Perdikkasâwhich I find quite likelyâhis hair is also reddish.
So in short, if thatâs Demetrios or Perdikkas, and not Alexander, the hair color (and eye-color) is a red herring. Alas, we canât see (much of) Alexanderâs hair under the lion-head helmet. Also, red can sometimes be a base color for brown--as with those eyes. No, he's not a vampire. Several figures on the sarcophagus have "red" eyes, both Persians and Greeks.
That brings us back around to the Pella mosaics, where in at least one, Alexanderâs identity is about 98% certain: the Lion Hunt Mosaic from the House of Dionysosâa local copy of the famous bronze group commissioned by Kraterosâs son (also a Krateros) for Delphi. Such copies in other mediums werenât uncommon. The mosaic, however, has only the two chief figures: Alexander and Krateros. Both are what Iâd call reddish/dark blond/light brown haired.
The Stag Hunt Mosaic (from the House of the Rape of Persephone) also has sometimes been identified as Alexander (and Hephaistion), but thereâs not, imo, a good reason for that aside from the petasos flying off the head of the Alexander figure, linked by some to the petasos-sporting Alexander in the Lion Hunt Mosaic. Yet these mosaics are not from the same house, nor (probably) by the same artist. Look closely. The style doesnât appear the same to me, even if the colors are similar. And the petasos was a rather common sunhat typeâalthough not one as popular in Macedonia. (That was the kausia.)
Moreno wants to identify the stag-hunt figures as Alexander and Hephaistion, and then uses the axe wielded by a Page on the lion-hunt frieze from Royal Tomb II (above) to name that Page Hephaistion. But I am just not comfortable with that extrapolation. Back to my tendency to be rather conservative when it comes to identifying figures in artwork. If I donât have a pretty good reason to name a particular figure so-and-so, I'll be cagey about it. I do think the lion hunt depicts Alexander and Krateros. OtherwiseâŚnot so fast.
Also, using the double-headed axe (labrys) as some identifier for Hephaistion because it was sacred to Hephaistos (the god) raises two problems. First, it's not sacred to Hephaistos. The HAMMER (and tongs) are. Second, worship of Hephaistos was virtually absent from Macedonia (Samothrace excepted). The figures in the stag hunt and lion hunt are clearly carrying an axe, not a hammer. If you want a god with a labrys outside of Hittite areas or Minoan Creteâone closer to Macedoniaâthatâll be the Thracian-Getai-Dacian god Zalmoxis, who is usually conflated with Zeus, Hades, or even Pythagorosânot Hephaistos. Image below even shows him using it in a hunt! Given that logic, we might name the youth with the double axe a royal Thracian at the court! (Yes, they were there.)
But in any case, when you look at the coloring of these people in the mosaicsâŚtheyâre on the fairer side. Maybe thatâs to create a sense of artistic cohesion via color (as noted before), but compared to the hair color we see in polychromy on statues and art from, say, Athensâwhere a lot is brown/dark brownâI donât think theyâd pick reddish/dirty blond if it were something the people commissioning the art found atypical. In other tombs including Royal Tomb II, we do see brown and dark brown hair, but also fair. In the top frieze below from Agaios Athenasios tomb, most of the figures wear a kausia (Macedonian hat) or helmets, but the two at the end are bare-headed. The final figure has brown hair, but the figure just before him looks like a dark blond.
We are looking here at contemporary representations of actual Macedonians, not heroes or gods. And at least some of them are on the fairer side.
Yes, some folks like to point to the Pompeii mosaic, or the painting of Alexander from the House of the Golden Bracelet as proof that Alexander was dark. Problem: both date to the first century CE (or at most BCE, for the mosaic), and are Romanized in some ways (including the damn sideburns, which we donât find until the Hellenistic era or later). That includes coloring.
Plutarch even complains about Apellesâ paintings (in Alexander's own day!) for getting Alexanderâs coloring âtoo dark.â So while the mosaic may be remarkably accurate in the way of clothing and armor, I wouldnât use it for Alexanderâs coloring.
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(A final note: I once had somebody whoâd seen a photo of me accuse me of insisting Alexander had blond hair because Iâm blonde. Folks, that isnât blonde hair, thatâs GRAY. My hair in my youth was just one tick up from black; my mother had true (native) black hair. Iâm not arguing Alexander was a ginger or dark blond because thatâs my hair color. Iâm not that narcissistic.)
Forgive me if this is a very elementary question (inspired after watching your TikToks!!) but⌠Iâve always been curious: what exactly was the role of a secretary in the Macedonian court such that Eumenes could wield so much power and influence, especially during the Successor Wars? Like, to the point that the Chilliarch, the second-in-command to the king himself, would have beef with him? I guess when I think of a secretary, I envision the more stereotypical modern version of them, which is like an executive assistant, or the front desk receptionist, or a customer service agent, which obviously seems to be anachronistic. But Iâm just struggling to comprehend what would have made Eumenes, or the role he occupied, such a controversial figure.
First, let me point to an important book by my colleague, Ed(ward M.) Anson, Eumenes of Cardia: a Greek among Macedonians (2nd ed., 2015). Itâs a quite excellent discussion of Eumenesâs career, and was actually Edâs dissertation topic. I reckon, like me, he waited a long while before turning the dissertation into a monograph (even the 1st edition). Alas, itâs expensive. Even I donât own a copy, as I have access to the university libraryâs. But I do recommend that folks interested request it via Interlibrary Loan (ILL). Even smaller public libraries offer that service, although you might have to pay a (relatively) small shipping fee.
So, Eumenes is an interesting character in many ways. As you suggest, âsecretaryâ gives the wrong impression. The word in Greek is grammateus, and it can mean any sort of scribe, clerk, records keeperâŚor the official in charge of the whole royal office: official correspondence, what letters the king actually saw, the keeping of the Royal Journal and other state records, etc., etc. A hugely influential position, his might be closer to what weâd call, in the US, the Chief of Staff.
In my opinion, that was the heart of Eumenesâs dislike of Hephaistion. I said it in my dissertation and still think itâs true. When Hephaistion was made Chiliarch, that put him above Eumenes in administration around Alexander. The Chief of Staff got demotedâŚand didnât like it. Itâs from Susa onward that the two men seem to clashâat least twice that we know about. (I differ with Ed on this; he thinks it was about personalities while I think it was more political- and status-driven.)
That Eumenes was loyal to Alexanderâand the Argead familyâisnât in question. But it wasnât just Hephaistion he had trouble with. We know he also didnât like Antipatrosâone reason he sided with Perdikkas, even when (his friend) Krateros joined Antipatros. He also had a long-standing family beef with Hekataios of Kardia, and later hated Kassandros (as the son of Antipatros). But he seems to have got on with Olympias and Kleopatraâwho he tried to get Perdikkas to marry. Perdikkas took his advice and divorced Antipatrosâs daughter Nikaia, which eventually led to his downfall. One canât escape the sense that Eumenes was touchy. Then again, as Iâve said before, they all were. And he had to put up with being constantly looked down on both as a âmere secretaryâ and as a Greek among Macedonians. He advanced on Alexanderâs favorâŚwhich probably made others jealous of him. In fact, I think thatâs one reason he took Hephaistionâs promotion hard. Heâd worked hard for Chief of Staff, and didnât like Hephaistion butting in. And if Hephaistion was also of Greek descent (as Iâve argued), both may have had a sense that there was room only for one. Or at least Eumenes may have thought so.
Men in his position werenât normally entrusted with military commands, but he proved to be surprisingly good and, according to Ed, probably had more army assignments during Alexanderâs lifetime than heâs credited with. (He was allied with Ptolemyâs enemy, Perdikkas, remember and Ptolemy was Arrianâs chief military source.) When Perdikkas was elevated to Hephaistionâs position, Eumenes took Perdikkasâs old command, and later, was himself Chilliarch. The infantry seems to have liked/trusted him, and later, he was quite successful at securing Cappadocia. In fact, during the early Diadochi wars, it was his stratagem that defeated Kraterosâ army and got him killed (perhaps to his own regret, although I think Plutarch exaggerated that account). He also foughtâone-on-oneâagainst Neoptolemos ⌠another of Alexanderâs officers he couldnât stand. And beat him. Neoptolemos was a demonstrated military commander.
So he seems to have defied the usual expectation of what a grammateus could doâand become. He was the highest ranking Greek in Alexanderâs army, the only one to really rub shoulders with the Macedonian inner circle.
EDIT: I realized I forgot Nearchos. So Eumenes AND Nearchos were the two top-ranked Greeks at Alexander's court at his death. But if anything, Eumenes had edged Nearchos in place.
In your opinion, which of the Diadochi tried to follow what Alexander would have wanted most closely after his death?
Hard to say, in part because nobody was powerful enough to impose what Alexander (probably) wanted. Krateros came closest in power, but even he decided it was smart to ally with Antipatros (and Antigonos). Nor was he (or Antipatros) as keen on the fusion of empires that Alexander wanted. But at least they seem to have wanted to hold things together, but wound up against Perdikkas.
Perdikkas--and Eumenes--were closer on the inclusion of Persia, but Perdikkas was both more arrogant and thought smaller (he wanted to be king/king-maker), and neither man was especially well-liked. Ptolemy was hell-bent on carving out Egypt as richest, and Seleukos kinda came out of nowhere to eliminate Perdikkas and then fight Ptolemy. Leonnatos was always a hothead and got himself killed even faster than Krateros. Like Ptolemy, Lysimachos decided to carve out his own spot, but up in Thrace.
I think that's the real problem. None of them was strong enough, or sold enough on ATG's vision. So I think my honest answer here is: None of them.
Alternatively, and only maybe: Eumenes, because he had the least status going into it--although that might just be Plutarch's framing of him. And he was too ornery to work with Antipatros or Antigonos, although he got on well with Krateros (supposedly).