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The Revolt of Daskaloyiannis<br />
mysteriously comes to life. Pantzelios, like other greater poets, was<br />
more concerned with the pity of war than the fighting of it. The two of<br />
Daskaloyiannis’s four daughters who were captured ask after their<br />
father.<br />
‘He is down at a feast, and other chieftains with him.’<br />
(And all the time the fishes were devouring him.)<br />
And from the girls, ‘the envy of the Maytime cherries, dear princesses,<br />
fresh as foam, the envy of the April flowers’, Pantzelios moves into a<br />
long, long dirge, contrasting the old Sphakia, prosperous and happy,<br />
with the new. It is an exact picture, closely and lovingly observed, of a<br />
way of life. If you walk through Sphakia you will no longer see longhaired<br />
girls dressed up in their Sunday best or young men with silvercrusted<br />
armour, tall and wasp-waisted, like violins, or old white-haired<br />
men sitting at the table, eating and drinking, singing their songs till the<br />
table rings. W<strong>here</strong> are they ? All gone. And Uncle Pantzelios says goodbye<br />
to the great Sphakian families, calling on them by name, and dismissing<br />
them with a question - ‘W<strong>here</strong> are you?’<br />
He was right to dismiss them, for though the names survived,<br />
Pantzelios’s old society was gone for ever. Greece, which is the cradle<br />
of democracy, as the people are reminded by some newspaper every<br />
day, could justly claim to be at least a playpen for oligarchy as well.<br />
Daskaloyiannis’s society was oligarchic, led by a few pre-eminent<br />
families, prosperous as never since. (Before the revolt Sphakia had a<br />
fleet of over forty ships, whose activities are unfortunately badly documented.<br />
But for this premature uprising, Sphakia might well have<br />
figured more largely in the 1821 war, as Hydra did.) Sphakia was thus<br />
ideally suitable for the heroic oral poet like Pantzelios, who could<br />
count on a sympathetic, aristocratic audience. Provided the rules were<br />
observed, that is the patron’s name mentioned from time to time, the<br />
poet could earn a living. Pantzelios was just one of a long line of Cretan<br />
rhymadori, who, always poor and often blind, wandered from village to<br />
village peddling songs. Outwardly, the ‘Song of Daskabyiannis’ is<br />
quite like a Homeric lay, in its heavy reliance on formulae, its invocation<br />
of an inspiring deity, and its philosophy. Virtue for Pantzelios is<br />
akin to Homer’s arete: in modern Greek, levendia, gallantry –<br />
Joy to the man who meets his death in battle.<br />
He who dies in battle is the winner, not the loser.<br />
He wins a deathless name, a garland of honour.<br />
But t<strong>here</strong> are puzzles; the chief of them concerning Daskaloyiannis<br />
himself.<br />
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