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“I will be quick. I have to speak with yyou.”
“Then we must hide yyou. He comes without warning.”
“Where?” The tent is small, bare of everyything but pallet, pillows and
blankets, and a few clothes.
“The bed.”
She piles cushions around me and heaps blankets. She lies down beside
me, pulling the cover over us both. I am surrounded byy her scent, familiar
and warm. I press myy mouth to her ear, speaking barelyy louder than a
breath. “Odyysseus sayys that tomorrow the Trojans will break the wall and
storm the camp. We must find a place to hide yyou. Among the Myyrmidons
or in the forest.”
I feel her cheek moving against mine as she shakes her head. “I cannot.
That is the first place he will look. It will onlyy make more trouble. I will be
all right here.”
“But what if theyy take the camp?”
“I will surrender to Aeneas, Hector’s cousin, if I can. He is known to be a
pious man, and his father lived as a shepherd for a time near myy village. If I
cannot, I will find Hector or anyy of the sons of Priam.”
I am shaking myy head. “It is too dangerous. You must not expose
yyourself.”
“I do not think theyy will hurt me. I am one of them, after all.”
I feel suddenlyy foolish. The Trojans are liberators to her, not invaders.
“Of course,” I sayy quicklyy. “You will be free, then. You will want to be with
yyour—”
“Briseis!” The tent flap is drawn backwards, and Agamemnon stands in
the doorwayy.
“Yes?” She sits up, careful to keep the blanket over me.
“Were yyou speaking?”
“Prayying, myy lord.”
“Lyying down?”
Through the thick weave of wool I can see the glow of torchlight. His
voice is loud, as if he is standing beside us. I will myyself not to move. She
will be punished if I am caught here.
“It is how myy mother taught me, myy lord. Is it not right?”
“You should have been taught better byy now. Did not the godling correct
yyou?”
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