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  Is Latinus, who befriends Aeneas, the son of Telemachus and Circe as mentioned in Hesiod’s Theogony, or the son of Telemachus and Circe as mentioned in Fabulae? In Roman writings, Latinus is said to be the son of Faunus, the horned god of the woods, the local version of Pan, and Marica, the nymph, who was probably the local version of Artemis.

  Livy, who wrote in the time of Augustus Caesar, documented Roman mythology. While Greek mythology focuses on heroes, Roman mythology speaks of chaste wives like Lucretia who kill themselves when raped to protect their husband’s family from shame, and of great heroes like Scoevola who burn their own hand to prove to the enemy, the Etruscans, that even under torture he would never betray Rome.

  If the Greeks were associated with contemplation, the Romans were associated with action. If the Greeks were focused on tragedy of the human condition, the Romans spoke of triumph and honour more than anything else. It is in Roman mythology that we see the early traces of the concept of nationalist patriotism, for it is about loyalty to a city state and not to a clan. The latter is expected of women and children.

  Remus and Romulus, twins who were suckled by a she-wolf, are the most famous descendants of Aeneas. Their mother was a mortal woman, a Vestal Virgin, and their father was Mars, the Roman god of war. The story goes that Remus saw six eagles and Romulus, soon after, saw twelve. Romulus claimed Zeus favoured him as he had seen more birds, while Remus argued that since he had seen a vision first, he was the favoured one. When Remus jumped over the walls built by Romulus to show how strong and capable he was, Romulus killed Remus, and became king of Rome. Unable to find wives, Romulus and his men were forced to abduct women of the Sabine tribes who eventually learned to love their captors, and had to forcibly stop war between their fathers, brothers and husbands. These Roman tales show the dangers of sibling rivalry and the importance of women as peacemakers and homemakers.

  Britain too owes its origin to Troy. Briton, a descendant of Aeneas, was exiled from Italy for accidentally killing his father, and he made his way to the island of Albion that would eventually be called Britain.

  Graeco-Roman philosophy played a key role in the founding of the American republic, as we can see in American state architecture and the use of words like ‘senate’ in the political system. But the ‘pagan’ pantheon of Greece and Rome was not embraced; instead, the Christian God prevailed.

  House of Aeneas

  Aeneas’s Expedition

  (Probable route as per Virgil’s Aeneid: representational, not drawn to scale)

  Epilogue

  The Indian Headshake

  As the stories came to an end, the gymnosophist smiled. ‘Such wonderful stories. Of heroes who go on adventures, kill monsters, rescue damsels, and eventually return home, or establish new cities. What about you, Alexander? You have killed monsters and rescued damsels. Do you wish to go home now, or create a new home?’

  ‘Olympus it shall be for me,’ Alexander replied. ‘Onward I shall go . . . To the edge of the world, where no man has gone before, and there I shall earn the love of the gods. But I fear that my life will end as it did for Theseus and Oedipus and Heracles and Jason and Achilles and Agamemnon—in tragedy.’

  ‘So it has been before. So it will be again.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ asked Alexander.

  ‘Every hero thinks his path is unique and original. Tragedy is discovering that all paths have existed before. This land you are about to enter is named after Bharat, a great king, who conquered the world and then climbed the tallest mountain in the world to hoist his flag and declare to the world his great achievement. But on reaching the peak he found there hundreds of flags, of kings before him, each one assuming he had conquered the world.’

  ‘I have never heard of this Bharat. Are you saying he conquered the world before me? When? Why have I never heard of him? I don’t believe you. I don’t think this Bharat existed,’ Alexander argued, his temper rising.

  ‘You have never seen Olympus. Yet you believe that Olympus exists. You and I, we believe in different things.’

  ‘That’s not true. We are not so different. We believe in the same things. Like Olympus, don’t your people also speak of a city of gods where heroes are entertained? And of a place of punishment and suffering, after death, like Tartarus?’

  ‘Swarga! Naraka! You are right. You have indeed heard much. But not all,’ said the gymnosophist calmly. ‘In Swarga, one’s hunger is indulged. In Naraka, one experiences eternal hunger. But then there is Kailasa, the abode of Shiva, where one outgrows hunger. And finally, there is Vaikuntha, where attention is paid to other people’s hunger. Different heavens for different lives.’

  ‘Different lives? I don’t understand.’

  ‘You told of me of the Styx, the river that separates the land of the living from the land of the dead. You cross this river just once. There is another river, the Vaitarni, that separates the land of the living from the land of the dead. You must cross her many times, so that you live many lives, and experience different destinations. In Swarga and Naraka, one’s stay is temporary. In Kailasa and Vaikuntha, you can live forever.’

  ‘Great feats grant us a place in Elysium. What takes you to Kailasa and Vaikuntha?’ asked Alexander, curious.

  ‘Understanding,’ replied the gymnosophist.

  The sky turned golden, and a hundred green parrots descended on nearby trees. Alexander did not respond for some time, distressed by what he was hearing. Did achievement not matter at all? The leader of the Greeks finally spoke. ‘Action, I feel, matters more than understanding. I still don’t believe our worlds are as different as you claim they are. Surely Vishnu on his eagle is like Zeus, as is the thunderbolt-wielding Indra, and Shiva who dances wildly is like Bacchus, and Krishna who fights the bulls and lions and multi-headed snakes is Heracles. Surely Kartikeya is your Ares, and Kama your Eros.’

  ‘You look at the flesh, not beyond, at the literal meaning of the word, not its metaphor.’

  ‘Don’t you want to change the world—make it a better place?’ asked Alexander.

  ‘What is better for you may not be better for me. Why do you presume to know my needs? Every plant is different. Every animal is different. Every human being is different. Our worlds are different. You see your world as chaotic and so strive for order. I see my world in a flux, like the sea, changing endlessly, maybe not at my pace, or to my will, but always changing. You wish to control change, because you are convinced you can. I don’t wish to control this changing world, because I know I can’t,’ said the gymnosophist. ‘Who is right? Can’t we both be right?’

  ‘The point of life is to be remembered for our extraordinary deeds,’ insisted Alexander. ‘The value of our life is the sum total of our achievements.’

  ‘When you live only once, the denominator of your existence is only one, and so what you say is true. When you live many lives, the denominator of existence is infinite, and achievements have no intrinsic value. Eventually, we will all be forgotten.’

  ‘I will be remembered forever, till the end of time,’ roared the mighty Greek warrior.

  The gymnosophist shook his head this way and that with a smile, annoying Alexander who asked, ‘Why are you bobbing your head that way?’

  ‘It’s the Indian headshake. It means you are probably right, or probably wrong. Who knows? Varuna has but a thousand eyes, Indra a hundred, you and I only two.’

  Alexander, who found comfort in certainty, did not like the answer. He walked away, determined to inspire his army and take them further east.

  But Alexander’s men had other plans. They were tired, restless and wanted to go home.

  ‘Then by a different route! We shall not retrace our steps,’ insisted Alexander, when he finally conceded. And thus the great Greek army sailed down the River Sindhu to the sea and then along the coast back to Babylon, from where they would make the journey to Greece.

  As he moved down the river and along the coast, Alexander thought of the Styx and Vaitarni. O