"I'll not need it," Alexander replied.

Philip not wanting to see his son hurt was about to order the horse's slaughter again when Parmenio stepped in.

"Let the boy try Philip. Surely he's too good an animal to waste."

Others took up the shout now. Philip turned a complete circle looking at his friends.

"Very well," he said, leaving the show ring to a great applause. Alexander now stepped into the ring as the crowd fell silent. Slowly with no deliberate movements he approached the horse which was still skittering its feet.

"Shh! Shh!" Alexander called soothing to the animals ears. He reached for the horse's rein and held it gently. The stallion now calm, he was able to reach up and pat his neck. Alexander while watching had noticed that the horse was afraid of its own silhouette.

"You don't like your own shadow do you," he said turning the horse into the sun, so the shadows were now behind. Alexander continued to soothe the horse. Then to the shock of everyone present, he deftly swung himself up onto the horse's back and as the crowd cheered he trotted the horse from the arena and galloped across the fields and out of sight. The crowd waited anxiously and roared with delight when he re-appeared and galloped back into the show ring and brought the animal to a halt. Alexander jumped down and pressed his face against the horse's neck.

"I shall call you Bucephalus," he said stroking the beast's nose.

Philip came limping into the ring now. He grabbed Alexander and lifted him onto his shoulders.

"Aha! My boy," he roared with delight "Find yourself another kingdom! This one isn't big enough for you."

Natalie clapped.

"That is a beautiful story."

"Yes and not far from the truth. Unlike some of the other propaganda we've heard like the one about the Gordian knot."

"The Gordian knot," Hutchinson said "I don't think I've heard this one."

"I know it," said George.

Dennis smiled.

"Perhaps you would like to tell everyone about it," Hutchinson said to George, only too happy to include others into the tale.

"No. Mr Dennis tells the story better than I."

"You tell it," Natalie said, reaching out and touching the journalist on the arm. Dennis made no reaction but Hutchinson saw an intimacy there between them, certainly from his beautiful archaeologist. Hutchinson also saw a reaction from George.

"Ah! Was that jealously," he asked himself. George Roussos had always had a natural, instinctive, protectiveness over her.

"Very well if you insist," Dennis said. Suddenly he was holding her hand and Hutchinson had to hide an embarrassed smile.

'Now there could be no doubt'

'Natalie desires him," he was thinking, 'But what about him? I can't tella.But waita.What was that look about? Does he fancy her backa.I can't tell but what man wouldn't. She is beautiful. She is out of my league and George's and anyone on the team for that matter. But what about hima.Ah well no matter they're both single. I just hope it doesn't distract her from her job or I may have to intervene'

"Gordium," Dennis began "Was an ancient city in Northern Turkey. There was an old farm cart here that centuries ago it was said that Gordius the father of Midas arrived ina."

"King Midas who everything he touched turned to gold?" Hutchinson asked, caught up now like a child at bedtime story telling.

"The very same. Anyway the cart was fixed to the yoke by a large knot known as a Turk's head. It was said that whoever could undo this knot would be the ruler of all Asia. Alexander must have heard of this story before he came here but what now? His men urged him to try but at first he just studied it, checking from all angles. Surely he had to have a go or be accused of avoiding the issue, the opportunitya..But what if he failed?"

Dennis paused like great storytellers do, to keep their audience guessing. Finally Natalie asked.

"What did he do?"

"Wella." Dennis continued the story "Surrounded by his men and followers and even Arrian the famous biographer said "And I quote, I speak on this without confidence" Alexander stood for a minute studying the knot of cornel bark. Thena.Some saya.he pulled out the pin and thus undid the knot that waya.Others thougha.Say he drew his sword and raising it two handed above his head and yelling "It doesn't matter how it's done!" brought the sword slashing down and cut the knot exposing the ends within."

Once again they lulled into a silence. Then Hutchinson said.

"Which of the two stories do you believe are true?"

"Knowing Alexander and the times I would say that most definitely he used the sword."

"I believe that too."

"You know the story George. It would have been more like Alexander wouldn't it."

"I think so."

"What sort of a man was he?" Natalie asked.

Dennis had prepared himself for this question but now it came he wasn't sure where to start. Then he said.

"Young. Ambitious. Zealous. A great warrior, leader, King, a man who loved his men. He spoke coarsely, as a common soldier, unlike the Persian King. Alexander ate with his friends, lived with them, loved them. Twenty when he inherited his father's kingdom, not quite thirty three when he died. Almost certainly an alcoholic at the end of his life. A borderline megalomaniac believing himself to be the son of the Gods. Sometimes superstitious. Always confident. Short tempered, no doubt fuelled by alcohol, often leading to treason trials, deaths of his associates, murder, revenge. Like the time when he and his father's friend 'Cleitus the black' got into an argument. Alexander drinking heavily as usual, Cleitus loose with his tongue. Cleitus never afraid to speak his mind. Accusations began to fly. Cleitus reminding Alexander that his achievements were dull compared to those of Philip. Alexander smarting under the insults, warning Cleitus to watch his mouth. Cleitus then ushered from the room only to return with one final insult. Suddenly Alexander was on his feet and he ran Cleitus through with a Javelin. Cleitus dying in Alexander's arms. Alexander wept over his dead friends body for two days."

Dennis stopped for a drink.

"As to his enemies though they fared differently. If they surrendered or openly accepted him without a fight he would reward them with gifts, land, titles, wealth. They more often than not ended up richer under Alexander than they were before. But if they stood against him. He would come against them anda." Dennis punched the palm of his left hand with his fista."Smash them! He just didn't know when to quit, when to stop. If you said to him that mountain can't be climbed a." Dennis continued pointing out of the window to the highest peak he could see. The vehicles occupants craning their necks for a better viewa"Then he would climb it with ten thousand men just to prove you wrong. They say that his limit of endurance knew no bounds and he pushed his enemies until the very blood in their veins ran colda." Dennis looked at each of them in turna."I'll bet it did," he said.

"Why did you call your article the Lion and the Wolf?" Natalie asked.

"Why? Because Alexander the great was known as the Lion of Macedon. Hitler was often referred to as the 'Wolf'. His secret headquarters was known as the 'Wolf's lair'. So as you can see it was easy to come up with a title."

They fell quiet again. This time the silence went on and on. After ten minutes Dennis tapped Hutchinson on the arm.

"How much further?"

Hutchinson spoke to the driver.

"About another hundred miles."

Dennis leaned forward and took his jacket off, rolled it up and placed it between his head and the window.

"In that case, if you don't mind, I'm going to have a nap."

"You carry on," Hutchinson said.

Dennis closed his eyes. In minutes he was asleep. His mouth slightly open, his breathing deep and slow. Natalie watched him.

"Even in sleep he's sexy," she said to herself. Then feeling tired herself she closed her eyes and thinking about the story he'd told them she drifted off to sleep with her imagination taking her back to ancient Greece and the world of Alexander the Great.

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.

PORT OF GABES, TUNISIA.

The sound of the car door opening woke her up. She had been sleeping with her head on Dennis' shoulder, who was awake.

"Oh sorry," she said slightly embarrassed.

"Not at all," he replied smiling.

She looked around out of the windows at the bustling port, trying to familiarise with her surroundings. The sound of tug boat horns drifting through.

"You were comfortable so I left you and besides you kept my shoulder warm."

It was the truth. Dennis had been tempted to slip his arm around her and allow her in closer, to sleep against his chest. He wasn't sure, but there had been times when he thought she was as attracted to him as he was to her. He just wasn't quite sure and he didn't want to make a fool of himself. She was still looking around, almost dazed, her senses dulled by the sudden wakening.

"Where are we?" she asked, running her fingers through her long hair.

"Gabes port. You slept all the way through the town, which wasn't much."

"Where are the others?"

"Your boss and George have gone to speak to the harbour master. They told me I could wait in the car with you. The driver is over there smoking."

"Oh."

Natalie rubbed her eyes.

"I can't believe I fell asleep. Are you sure you didn't mind me resting against you."

"No. Not at all. Although your snoring did annoy everyone after a while."

She looked up into his eyes.

"I was snoring."

A grin spread itself across his lips.

"Oh you!" she said, playfully punching his arm, "You had me worried then."

It was chilly in the car. She had goose pimples on her arms and she rubbed them.

"I didn't think I snored. It's cold in here."

Dennis opened his door.

"It's warmer outside," he said stepping out for some fresh air. Still tired and half asleep Natalie slumped back in her seat and closed her eyes. Dennis pushed the door to. The sound of seagulls cawing woke her again. She yawned, rubbed her face, moved across the seat to open the door and climbed out into the bright morning sunshine.

The dock was bustling with activity. Cranes were lifting nets of cargo from the holds of ships. Lorries were being loaded and unloaded. Men passed each other on foot. Some stopped to speak, exchanging pleasantries with other sailors. An American style refreshments van was selling sandwiches and drinks. A group of black men in jeans and T-shirts and wearing building site hard hats were gathered around it enjoying some breakfast. Nearby Natalie could see a construction site. Tower cranes reaching to the sky. One of the construction workers spotted Natalie as she was stretching by the car and he nudged his fellows to either side. Soon they were all looking at her and whistling and calling out. She stopped stretching and glanced over towards them. One of them made the shape of an hourglass with his hands and finished the gesture with thrusting of his hips. She tutted and turned to face the car. She continued her stretching exercises and stopped as she noticed Dennis standing by the waters edge. An old rusty fork lift drove past. Its forks rattling and banging at every little bump. Its driver was drinking bottled water. An old radio was shoved in the front playing music at full blast. Natalie, only in jeans and a vest, reached into the car for an extra T-shirt, slipped it over her head and wandered over to Dennis. He had just bent down to pick up a handful of loose stones. One by one he was skimming them or just throwing them into deep water.

"Having fun?" she asked joining him.

"I haven't done this since I was a kid."

She watched another stone as it arced and fell with a plop.

"Can I have a go?"

"Sure," he said emptying some of the stones into her hand.

She took the biggest one and threw it almost as far as he had. He whistled.

"Wow. You throw it good for aa." He stopped as she looked at him open mouthed.

"For a girl?"

"For aa.I was going to say for aa." he trailed off as he couldn't think of the right thing to say.

"Don't underestimate me Mr Dennis. I can take care of myself."

"It's not me you have to worry about. I think it's George."

"George?" she sounded surprised. Then in a softer voice she said.

"George is a darling really. He feels very protective over me though I frequently remind him it's not necessary. He loves his wife very much."

"What's she like?"

"Small, hard working, short tempered, especially around him. Not pretty."

"What about your boss?"

Natalie glanced across at Hutchinson who was now at the sandwich vendor. The construction workers now sitting on empty pallets eating their breakfast nearby.

"Jim is lovely, and his wife Carol. Jim was lecturing at university while I was a student and he took me under his wing. He's the kindest person I've ever met. I like his long suffering wife Carol very much."

"Long suffering?"

"Jim is married to Carol but more in love with his work. She told me once that in all the decades they've been married she could count the number of years he'd actually been home on one hand."

"Poor woman."