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from the Trojan War. Now look over there. You can see the beam slots in the stone below the bricks that once held the cross-timbers for the floor above. We’re in a basement room, dug into the mass of compacted mud brick that makes up the citadel mound. The earth beyond the bricks contains detritus from the earlier phases of the city, stretching back to the beginning of the Bronze Age two thousand years before.’
    ‘Phenomenal,’ Jeremy murmured. ‘So what makes you sure this house is late Bronze Age?’ He held up the sherd. ‘Pottery?’
    Dillen pursed his lips. ‘We’ve found a few Mycenaean sherds, painted fine-ware. And radiocarbon dating of a charred reed mat has come up with the right time frame. But the main evidence is structural. Did you have a chance to look at the outer wall of the house as you came up? It slopes slightly inward, from bottom to top, probably to give stability against earthquakes. And the wall’s divided by vertical offsets every five metres or so, made of rectangular hewn masonry, each offset providing a strengthened base for a timber frame in the wall of the house above.’ Dillen slapped his hands in excitement. ‘It’s exactly the same technique as the rampart outside, the city wall of Troy VII, the citadel at the time of the destruction, about 1200 BC. The time of the Trojan War .’
    Jeremy stared at the unexcavated deposit on the edge of the wall, and took a few steps over. ‘This must be what Maurice wanted me to see. Arrowheads. Beautifully excavated, and still in situ . Has anything like this ever been found at Troy before?’
    ‘Not in situ , embedded like that.’ Dillen lay back down on his mat, propped on his elbows. ‘Maurice said you were the man for this?’
    ‘It’s my hobby. Archery.’ Jeremy got down on his knees and elbows and edged close, until his face was only a few inches away, then reached out and gently touched one of the arrowheads. ‘Fascinating. There’s a small collection like these on display in the British Museum, in the same case as the artefacts they have from Schliemann’s excavation at Troy. A few miserable pots, frankly. Most of it went to Germany, of course. But it makes you wonder what Schliemann really did find down there.’ He jerked his thumb in the direction of Schliemann’s trench. ‘Anyway, Jack and I met up for lunch in the BM a few days before he came out here, and we had a quick look at the Mycenaean stuff. What you’ve found here is fantastic, where scientific excavation really comes into play. This is what Schliemann could so easily have missed, hacking down aggressively with picks and shovels, going for the treasure. You see what I mean? You’ve got two completely different shapes of arrowhead, in exactly the same context. These were shot by archers standing side by side, at the same time on the same day. If you’d seen these individually in a museum collection, or hauled out of the spoil heap from an excavation like Schliemann’s, you’d be thinking mainly in terms of typology, a time sequence, evolution, maybe that nastier barbed one being a more effective later type. What you’ve got here shows you’d be completely wrong.’
    Dillen stared hard. ‘Here’s a thought, then. The Mycenaean Greeks were not like the Egyptians, or the Hittites. They were never a single kingdom, and if we’re to believe Homer, they were only ever united for this famous expedition, under a single paramount leader.’
    ‘You mean Homer’s king of kings. Agamemnon.’
    Dillen nodded. ‘Each of the Mycenaean palaces we know about - Mycenae itself, Athens, Pylos, Thebes, the others - was a kingdom unto itself, controlling its own fiefdom like a feudal barony. The clay tablet archives from those places show that the armaments industry, bronze-making, was tightly controlled by each palace, but not centralized across the Mycenaean world. There was no Enfield factory, no Springfield arsenal, but instead lots of smaller arsenals, controlled by