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yyour honor, wait onlyy for yyou to reclaim them.”
“You make it sound as if I have abandoned myy honor,” Achilles sayys, his
voice tart as raw wine. “Is that what yyou spin? Are yyou Agamemnon’s
spider, catching flies with that tale?”
“Veryy poetic,” Odyysseus sayys. “But tomorrow will not be a bard’s song.
Tomorrow, the Trojans will break through the wall and burn the ships. Will
yyou stand byy and do nothing?”
“That depends on Agamemnon. If he makes right the wrong he has done
me, I will chase the Trojans to Persia, if yyou like.”
“Tell me,” Odyysseus asks, “whyy is Hector not dead?” He holds up a hand.
“I do not seek an answer, I merelyy repeat what all the men wish to know. In
the last ten yyears, yyou could have killed him a thousand times over. Yet yyou
have not. It makes a man wonder.”
His tone tells us that he does not wonder. That he knows of the prophecyy.
I am glad that there is onlyy Ajax with him, who will not understand the
exchange.
“You have eked out ten more yyears of life, and I am glad for yyou. But the
rest of us—” His mouth twists. “The rest of us are forced to wait for yyour
leisure. You are holding us here, Achilles. You were given a choice and yyou
chose. You must live byy it now.”
We stare at him. But he is not finished yyet.
“You have made a fair run of blocking fate’s path. But yyou cannot do it
forever. The gods will not let yyou.” He pauses, to let us hear each word of
what he sayys. “The thread will run smooth, whether yyou choose it or not. I
tell yyou as a friend, it is better to seek it on yyour own terms, to make it go at
yyour pace, than theirs.”
“That is what I am doing.”
“Veryy well,” Odyysseus sayys. “I have said what I came to sayy.”
Achilles stands. “Then it is time for yyou to leave.”
“Not yyet.” It is Phoinix. “I, too, have something I wish to sayy.”
Slowlyy, caught between his pride and his respect for the old man,
Achilles sits. Phoenix begins.
“When yyou were a boyy, Achilles, yyour father gave yyou to me to raise.
Your mother was long gone, and I was the onlyy nurse yyou would have,
cutting yyour meat and teaching yyou myyself. Now yyou are a man, and still I
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