Evolution is a slow, enduring process. Each small, unnoticed step builds to a dramatic, permanent alteration of the being. It takes many long epochs to create species and for animals to learn to be efficient in making their ways in the world. This is a story of the forest dweller, who had little thought of where he came from, where his antecedents were, or how they lived. He lived in the present and rarely wondered about anything.
This is the story of how Ishamai died at the market place of Wassukkani. It is not a special story. It is a story of an event like thousands of others and more, too many to count, that took place in the course of the evolution of man.
Ptolemy was one of the greatest of Alexander’s generals. He fought in many battles, and he fought well. He came to be called Soter, Savior, by grateful citizens of Rhodes, whom he had saved from foreign dominance. He was at first satrap and then king of Egypt. This, however, is the story of the things Ptolemy did that made him be come to be regarded wise and the reason he had for doing them. It is not a story found in the histories.
The history of Hannibal is fairly well recorded and known, considering our information is left entirely by his enemies. Some, of course, is made up; and some truth left out. It is natural to expect that the Roman historians were interested in recording all his faults carefully and recording his only virtue as native military genius. If his character was noble or his nature kind, we have no way of knowing it from them. They do not tell what they could not have known, of Hannibal’s quiet horror of Carthaginian victory, which he kept even from himself and which prevented him from pressing the Punic cause when he could have finished Rome. Nor do they tell another story they never discovered, the true events surrounding Hannibal’s death.
The history of one Gaius Marcus (a name the man had assumed) was forgotten soon after he died. He once had a most remarkable horse, however, and it became a legend in the Roman army.
In Roman Egypt there lived one Berenice, a descendent of the Ptolemies who had once ruled that land. She was rich, proud, and spoiled; but she was also good hearted, kind, and generous to the people around her. The love they gave her, she deserved. Though her story is not ours to tell, we may tell that of a baby she purchased in the marketplace in Ptolemais in Lower Egypt.