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Thermopylae — The Last Night of the 300, 480 BC

The pass at Thermopylae — the Hot Gates — the third night, before the last morning

August, 480 BC — the third night at the Hot Gates, a pass so narrow between the cliff and the sea that an army cannot pass more than a few men abreast. Three hundred Spartans and their king are camped where the road pinches shut. The fires are low. Below on the plain the enemy fires are too many to count. The last morning is a few hours off, and the men are calm.

Before the last morning of his life, a man does something ordinary. This breach reads the NIGHT, never the battle: the low fires in the narrow pass, the doomed men combing their long hair as if it were any evening, the calm of people who have already decided. Xerxes sent a scout ahead and he came back baffled — they were grooming themselves, unhurried, for death. The fragment is the subject's own: the thing they carry from home, the thing they would die to keep standing, and the memory under it that the whole stand is for.

From the record

three hundred Spartans and a few thousand other Greeks held the narrow pass against a Persian army so large the ancient writers could not count it
the pass was so tight between the mountain and the sea that the Persians' vast numbers could not be brought to bear — the Greeks held the Hot Gates for three days
a scout Xerxes sent ahead found the Spartans combing their long hair and exercising, calm, taking no notice of him at all
told the Persian arrows would be so many they would blot out the sun, the Spartan Dienekes answered, 'then we will fight in the shade'
when Xerxes sent word for them to hand over their arms, Leonidas sent back two words — molon labe, come and take them
a local man showed the Persians a goat-path over the mountain; with the Greeks about to be surrounded, Leonidas sent most of the allies home and the Spartans stayed
the hot springs that still rise in the pass gave it its name — Thermopylae, the hot gates

The era door

a great round shield of beaten bronze, a painted lambda on its face, dented and salt-streaked, leaned against the rock — no handle; you put your shoulder to it and it swings open like the gate of a war-camp

THE HOT GATES — 480 BC

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