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Alexander’s Legacy
No one ever glimpsed the king’s expression under that helmet. Save a pair of
glimmering purple eyes that burned like suns, he guarded his face jealously, encased
within an exquisite but secretive slit. Forged in the classical style for a Greek
aegis with an aura of might and majesty similar to that of his late master’s, Alexander
the Great.
It was perhaps for this very reason that the priestly classes underestimated him in
intelligent? Men of India’s diverse schools assumed they could win over the King of
dumbfounded and trounced by his skill in debate. Although he had been stationed in
Central Asia for some time, he had not forgotten the proud Greek heritage of
argument and logic, one that was refined by not only Socrates and Plato, but also
Aristotle, onetime tutor of Alexander. And in the name of his patron goddess, Pallas
bowed out of the royal chamber, his long, deliberately uncut hair draped down his
flushed face. It was just as well – it was embarrassing to have been defeated in a
philosophical spar with a spiritually lower human. Two heavily armed guards escorted
the half-naked man out, sending a clear message that the audience was over. His
conversion attempt had failed. Once more, Menander had been disappointed. Seated
upon his stone throne with his arms planted on its armrests, the king watched calmly
and silently as the priest left. A middle-aged, beardless man, draped in blue and white
“You wounded his pride,” observed Demetrius quietly, the royal advisor. “You used
the problem of evil to counter his claim that Brahman was perfect, and that if we
“My friend, since his pride was so easily wounded, his religion cannot have been
worth much to begin with.” The Indo-Greek ruler smiled. “Is there no wise man, no
yogi in the ten directions, who can defeat me in religious debate? Is there no school of
thought I can be rationally convinced to convert to? Surely the holy men of the land
Demetrius, sharing in his king’s satisfaction. “And now you have the chance to refute
Menander raised an eyebrow, his expression inscrutable inside his helmet. A Jain? It
was rare for followers of Mahavira’s ancient sect to frequent these parts. He asked
Demetrius if she was appropriately attended to, and Demetrius replied with an instant
affirmation. Menander might enjoy refining his sharp intellect through philosophical
sparring, but he always retained respect for the sages he bested. Every guest to the
palace was to be given fine food and wine (if they consented to the alcohol), and no
matter what their temperament or agenda, they would not be sent away: Menander
would personally entertain them as long as they were willing to debate with him on
matters of ultimate concern, such as the meaning of life, the meaning of death, and if
A guardsman’s voice suddenly announced the arrival of the Jain. “She comes,”
whispered Demetrius quickly, and he withdrew to stand behind the throne. Menander
glanced up and saw a figure passing through the wispy curtains that shielded the royal
chamber from the gardens outside. She was flanked by two Macedonian guards, who
“My respects to Your Majesty,” she declared. “My name is Bhadda, sadvhi of
Mahavira’s Order. I was passing through Bactria and heard of your command for
every ordained person to come to Sagala for a debate with you. I heeded the summons
The king stared at her in surprise. She was young, unusually young. Beautiful, with
hair flowing like her white robes and soft skin. Her sharp face was lovely, delicate,
and rich with freedom. And her polite smile was beautiful. Surely she could not have
been an ascetic for long. It almost hurt to think in a year or so, her shapely, natural,
feminine figure would be reduced to a veritable skeleton from fasting and self-
mortification. Why Jains permitted such desecration of the human body was
unthinkable to a Greek like Menander, who celebrated the Olympian ideal in heroes
reasons by this lovely young woman, this Jain nun called Bhadda.
And perhaps she would be one of the few worth revealing his face to.