| On this mountain in North Cyprus,
overlooking the village of Vouni below, stands a palace. As
you look at the fragmentary walls, let your guide be a figure
from 483 B.C., when Persia and Greece fought to dominate the
island. Cyprus is divided into several small kingdoms. Your
guide is Himilcar, elder statesman and advisor to Doxandros,
King of Marion. Marion is a city not far away, and the Persians
built this palace for Doxandros, who has sworn loyalty to
them.
Come to the old entryway on the southwest side of the building.
Can you hear Himilcar mumbling to himself as he approaches
the palace?
“It’s been fifteen years since the Greeks of
Ionia began the Great Revolt. Did they learn nothing from
defeat?
“Oh, greetings, stranger. I did not see you there.
Come here, under the porch. Our hot Cypriot sun will bake
your brains otherwise. What is the Great Revolt, you ask?
In what cave have you been living? The Greek cities of Ionia
in Asia Minor rebelled against our Persian King of Kings.
The Cypriot kings who favored Greece, in cities like Soli,
also rose in revolt.
“But the revolt was doomed from the start. The domains
of the King of Kings stretch from Egypt to India and his army
is beyond counting. He crushed the revolt on Cyprus in a matter
of days.
“But come in, come in. I am Himilcar, chief adviser
to King Doxandros of Marion. Have you ever been in a Persian
palace? Yes, it really is Persian, Persian designed and Persian
built.
“How did that happen, you ask? During the Great Revolt
King Doxandros remained loyal to the Persians. As a reward,
the King of Kings built this palace for him.
A pair of guards, their round shields slung across their
back and their long swords sheathed, stands in front of the
doorway.
In a corner of the room a scribe sits cross-legged on a cushion,
his writing board across his knees. At his side are sheets
of papyrus paper, sharpened reeds he will use as pens, and
a clay jug of ink.
“Come down the stairs here on the right. These are
living quarters for the senior officials, and for me.
“Across the hallway from our living quarters are the
palace storerooms. Here the king keeps stores of food, of
cloth, of precious herbs and dyestuffs. See how the large
vases, the amphorae, are sunk into the ground. Back toward
the front of the palace are the guard rooms. You can hear
the guards laughing over a dice game. No, they don’t
live there. They are on duty, passing time until they are
needed.
“Come through into the reception rooms. The ordinary
people wait here. On the right is the king’s official
recorder. On the left is the queen’s. People come here
to have land transfers recorded, to pay taxes, to bring a
case before the court.
“Come, come, don’t be shy. The people you see
in this third room are the wealthy and the noble. You can
tell by the lavish embroidery on their robes. The rich have
threads of gold and silver; the noble can wear Tyrian purple,
most precious of dyes.
“My own office is on the right side of this last waiting
room. Just take a peek and see the jumble of scrolls on my
desk. Every day I fall farther behind. Now we go straight
ahead into the throne room.
“Come up these seven steps. The steps are broad to
announce that the king will receive all his people. Of course
he sees mainly the important ones. See the brightly painted
columns and the thrones. There the king and queen receive
petitioners and well-wishers. The rich and the noble stroll
about here, seeking favor, always plotting for favor.
“The queen’s apartments are on the left. The
king and his son have rooms on the right. Magnificent as these
rooms are, with their painted walls and the pots of lilies
and roses, I will show you the real wonder of the palace.
“See here behind the King’s chamber? Two bathrooms
with toilets and beyond them, a hot bath. The water comes
from our own cisterns and is heated and piped in. You’ll
find nothing like it between Crete and Persia.
“We can go through here to the large courtyard. The
rooms all around are storerooms and garrison rooms for the
troops. Armor and weapons are stored here, along with food
supplies. See the well? It goes into a cavern we have cut
into the very mountain. It serves as one of many cisterns
that hold winter rain for us to use all year long.
“Excuse me, please. I must speak to that fellow over
there. You may look through the storerooms and staff quarters
that surround this central court.”
The courtyard is filled with activity. Muscular men in kilts
are polishing armor in the shade. In one corner a smith is
putting a new cutting edge on a pile of swords. The cook and
her assistants are plucking chickens across the way, singing
softly as they work. But here is Hamilcar returning.
“Who is he? The man I spoke with? No harm in telling
you, I suppose. He is one of my spies.
“King Xerxes is preparing to march on Greece. He needs
to know which cities will support him, and which might try
to stab him in the back. Soli rose against Persia once, and
might do so again. So, I have spies in Soli.
“I must return to my work. But you feel free to wander
about. May Anat bless you in your comings and goings.”
So farewell to the old ghost, from a time long ago when Asia
and Europe held Cyprus in a tug-of-war and bitterness divided
city from city.
Find out what happened to the Palace by reading
the longer version at http://cyprus-seaterra.com/information/cyprusvouni.php
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