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Halfway through the banquet, an inebriated Attalus rose from his seat. He prayed aloud that the gods might grant Philip and his niece a legitimate heir. Alexander bristled at the term legitimate.

"He makes me a bastard," Alexander told Hephaestion through gritted teeth. Hephaestion placed a staying hand on Alexander's knee.

"To Philip and Eurydice and to their legitimate sons!" Attalus raised a toast. Alexander's hand clenched into a fist on his lap. Hephaestion's eyes widened, face darkening.

"To Philip

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"To Philip..."

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Hephaestion snapped

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Hephaestion snapped. He snarled, already half out of his seat, just as Alexander leapt to his feet.

"Alexander, don't!" Hephaestion turned and begged him to stay out of it - moments too late.

Alexander hurled his wine cup at the general. 

"And what am I? You son of a dog," Alexander seethed. "Come, then."

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