A middle-aged, disfigured man hobbles forward. Perhaps some will recognize him as Akakios, who holds enough lands to afford a panopoly and has long and unstintingly fought as a hoplite. He has earned no great honors but also never begotten any great disgrace. Within Eretria itself, men like him are as common as mushrooms after spring rains.
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I loved Antipater. All the city did, and yet I lay special claim to him as do all farmers; it is no secret to this assembly that Antipater fought so that we would not be made powerless at the hands of those whose station supercedes ours. Yea, and he fought not only with words but with arms, not only on his rock but also
as a rock, our rock on the field of battle, whose arete and amicability turned aside the spears of the foemen until Lord Ares himself descended from Olympus to reap his life.
In life, the ox who upturned the fields of our foes; in death, the redeemer who rinsed our sins in the Styx: this was Antipater!
We owe him more than we can replay in this life alone, and that is why we must not erect any monument in his honor! If we honor Antipater, if we loved him, then we must honor the principles that he girded himself with tighter than any armor. He did not move about us as an aristrocrat, never held himself apart, never demanded any honors but those which naturally accrue to the ablest man in a brotherhood of men. And yet we, in our misguided grandure, in our aristocratic delusion, seek to separate his body from his ideals.
Do the gods not judge every soul and send it to its rightful reward or punishment? Who do we think we are to separate the wheat from the chaff? Mark my words: we have grown swollen with hubris like overripe grapes. We build this abomination and title it a hall of heroes only because our minds are sick, because we are slowly abandoning the Eretria of Antipater and Eusebios and Herodion for the Old Eretria of aristocratic domination and limited franchise.
The gods struck down Antipater so that we might learn and amend our ways; should we do so we will see an Eretria of marble walls where all the riches of the world gather. But the gods are impatient and do not suffer fools; we have no second Antipater to give! Harken to my words, citizens, and turn away from this foul enterprise!"
[X] Yes, he is a trusted and friendly face among the Metapontines. No other general is so supportive of Eretria, even if it for self-serving purposes.
[X] All have a place in Eretria, and we must not worship the dead. There cannot be any discrimination in the graves of the dead beyond the wealth of the individual.