Clysonymus Quotes in The Song of Achilles
I was so small; I was rumored to be simple. If he backed down now, it would be a dishonor. […] Without meaning to, I stepped back.
He smirked then. "Coward."
"I am no coward." My voice rose, and my skin went hot.
“Your father thinks you are." His words were deliberate, as if he were savoring them. "I heard him tell my father so."
"He did not." But I knew he had.
The boy stepped closer. He lifted a fist. "Are you calling me a liar?" I knew that he would hit me now. He was just waiting for an excuse. I could imagine the way my father would have said it. Coward. I planted my hands on his chest and shoved, as hard as I could. Our land was one of grass and wheat. Tumbles should not hurt.
I am making excuses. It was also a land of rocks.
My father had spent his life scrabbling to keep his kingdom, and would not risk losing it over such a son as me, when heirs and the wombs that bore them were so easy to come by. So he agreed: I would be exiled, and fostered in another man's kingdom. In exchange for my weight in gold, they would rear me to manhood. I would have no parents, no family name, no inheritance. In our day, death was preferable. But my father was a practical man. My weight in gold was less than the expense of the lavish funeral my death would have demanded.
"Men will hear of your skill, and they will wish for you to fight their wars." He paused. "What will you answer?"
"I do not know," Achilles said.
"That is an answer for now. It will not be good enough later," Chiron said.
[…]
"What about me?" I asked.
Chiron's dark eyes moved to rest on mine. "You will never gain fame from your fighting. Is this surprising to you?"
His tone was matter-of-fact, and somehow that eased the sting of it.
"No," I said truthfully.
"Yet it is not beyond you to be a competent soldier. Do you wish to learn this?"
I thought of the boy's dulled eyes, how quickly his blood had soaked the ground. I thought of Achilles, the greatest warrior of his generation. I thought of Thetis who would take him from me, if she could.
"No," I said.
She slapped me. Her hand was small but carried surprising force. It turned my head to the side roughly. The skin stung, and my lip throbbed sharply where she had caught it with a ring. I had not been struck like this since I was a child. Boys were not usually slapped, but a father might do it co show contempt. Mine had. […]
She bared her teeth at me, as if daring me to strike her in return. When she saw I would not, her face twisted with triumph. "Coward. As craven as you are ugly. And half-moron besides, I hear. I do not understand it! It makes no sense chat he should- " She stopped abruptly, and the corner of her mouth tugged down, as if caught by a fisherman's hook. […] I could hear the sound of her breaths, drawn slowly, so I would not guess she was crying. knew the trick. I had done it myself.
My hand closed over his. "You must not kill Hector," I said. He looked up, his beautiful face framed by the gold of his hair.
"My mother told you the rest of the prophecy."
"She did."
"And you think that no one but me can kill Hector."
"Yes," I said.
"And you think to steal time from the Fates?"
"Yes."
"Ah." A sly smile spread across his face; he had always loved defiance. "Well, why should I kill him? He's done nothing to me."
For the first time then, I felt a kind of hope.
Clysonymus Quotes in The Song of Achilles
I was so small; I was rumored to be simple. If he backed down now, it would be a dishonor. […] Without meaning to, I stepped back.
He smirked then. "Coward."
"I am no coward." My voice rose, and my skin went hot.
“Your father thinks you are." His words were deliberate, as if he were savoring them. "I heard him tell my father so."
"He did not." But I knew he had.
The boy stepped closer. He lifted a fist. "Are you calling me a liar?" I knew that he would hit me now. He was just waiting for an excuse. I could imagine the way my father would have said it. Coward. I planted my hands on his chest and shoved, as hard as I could. Our land was one of grass and wheat. Tumbles should not hurt.
I am making excuses. It was also a land of rocks.
My father had spent his life scrabbling to keep his kingdom, and would not risk losing it over such a son as me, when heirs and the wombs that bore them were so easy to come by. So he agreed: I would be exiled, and fostered in another man's kingdom. In exchange for my weight in gold, they would rear me to manhood. I would have no parents, no family name, no inheritance. In our day, death was preferable. But my father was a practical man. My weight in gold was less than the expense of the lavish funeral my death would have demanded.
"Men will hear of your skill, and they will wish for you to fight their wars." He paused. "What will you answer?"
"I do not know," Achilles said.
"That is an answer for now. It will not be good enough later," Chiron said.
[…]
"What about me?" I asked.
Chiron's dark eyes moved to rest on mine. "You will never gain fame from your fighting. Is this surprising to you?"
His tone was matter-of-fact, and somehow that eased the sting of it.
"No," I said truthfully.
"Yet it is not beyond you to be a competent soldier. Do you wish to learn this?"
I thought of the boy's dulled eyes, how quickly his blood had soaked the ground. I thought of Achilles, the greatest warrior of his generation. I thought of Thetis who would take him from me, if she could.
"No," I said.
She slapped me. Her hand was small but carried surprising force. It turned my head to the side roughly. The skin stung, and my lip throbbed sharply where she had caught it with a ring. I had not been struck like this since I was a child. Boys were not usually slapped, but a father might do it co show contempt. Mine had. […]
She bared her teeth at me, as if daring me to strike her in return. When she saw I would not, her face twisted with triumph. "Coward. As craven as you are ugly. And half-moron besides, I hear. I do not understand it! It makes no sense chat he should- " She stopped abruptly, and the corner of her mouth tugged down, as if caught by a fisherman's hook. […] I could hear the sound of her breaths, drawn slowly, so I would not guess she was crying. knew the trick. I had done it myself.
My hand closed over his. "You must not kill Hector," I said. He looked up, his beautiful face framed by the gold of his hair.
"My mother told you the rest of the prophecy."
"She did."
"And you think that no one but me can kill Hector."
"Yes," I said.
"And you think to steal time from the Fates?"
"Yes."
"Ah." A sly smile spread across his face; he had always loved defiance. "Well, why should I kill him? He's done nothing to me."
For the first time then, I felt a kind of hope.