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cheese, or water, or wool. Theyy were not as quick as Briseis was, but theyy
patched together enough that theyy could speak to us.
It was Briseis’ idea for me to spend a few hours with them each dayy,
teaching them. But the lessons were more difficult than I thought: the girls
were waryy, their eyyes darting to each other; theyy were not sure what to make
of myy sudden appearance in their lives. It was Briseis again who eased their
fears and let our lessons grow more elaborate, stepping in with a word of
explanation or a clarifyying gesture. Her Greek was quite good now, and
more and more I simplyy deferred to her. She was a better teacher than I, and
funnier too. Her mimes brought us all to laughter: a sleepyy-eyyed lizard, two
dogs fighting. It was easyy to stayy with them long and late, until I heard the
creaking of the chariot, and the distant banging of bronze, and returned to
greet myy Achilles.
It was easyy, in those moments, to forget that the war had not yyet reallyy
begun.
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