King Priam came in on the chariot, the body of his eldest son wrapped
tightly in a blue rug. Adromache ran down the stairs and out towards the
gates of Troy. As Priam entered, hundreds of Trojans had gathered around
the streets, some in tears some completely bewildered. The death of their
protector was a great shock. Adromache began to shake as Priam's chariot
drew closer to the entry of the palace. It stopped a few meters in front of
the doors.
Adromache edged closer to the chariot, as her hands became paler as she put them on the edges of the wheels. Priam stepped down, looking at Adromache; his eyes had swelled from crying. Bresias had also returned home too, but no-one had noticed her arrival. Everyone was in a state of shock, that even though Paris' kissed his cousins cheek and hugged her, there was no great celebration for her return.
" I want to see him" Adromache told Priam, Priam shook his head.
" No, it is too much to see" Priam warned her, as Adromache shook her head.
" He is my whole life, how can I not kiss him just one more time?"
Priam put a hand to his face as Adromache instructed the funeral preparers to reveal her husbands face to her.
A piercing sound came from her mouth, a high pitched scream filled with anguish, disgust and hatred.
" No..." Paris muttered as he looked upon his brothers badly beaten, bloody face.
Adromache had let such a tremendous noise escape her lips that her throat ached, she wept openly, as her hands searched her husbands face, she trembled as her fingers ran across his mouth.
" Take him away, please take him away!" Paris exclaimed noticing that Adromache was becoming quite pale.
" No! No!" she screamed as the funeral preparers approached, but Paris came to her side and pulled her away.
" Please, Adromache, please don't struggle..." Paris begged as she fought with him
" I want to die, oh Apollo, why keep me here without him?" Adromache screamed so loudly,
" because you have your son" Paris reminded her, "because he is a part of Hector's memory"
Adromache paused and looked at Paris briefly. " Just let me... just let me go say my goodbyes"
Paris shook his head, but he let her go.
She ran after the funeral preparers and yelled at them to stop.
" Please, my lady, don't..." they told her, but she put her lips on Hector's forehead, and kissed the cold flesh of her lover.
" I want him to have this" she said, clutching the lion Hector had made for their son, " He was as fearless as one"
the preparers nodded and took the lion from her hands.
She turned away then, but glanced once more over her shoulder as they carried his body inside.
She then saw Helen, standing against the wall, tears streaming down her face. She said nothing but she knew it wasn't really Helen's fault that her husband had died.. she just needed someone to blame.
Adromache edged closer to the chariot, as her hands became paler as she put them on the edges of the wheels. Priam stepped down, looking at Adromache; his eyes had swelled from crying. Bresias had also returned home too, but no-one had noticed her arrival. Everyone was in a state of shock, that even though Paris' kissed his cousins cheek and hugged her, there was no great celebration for her return.
" I want to see him" Adromache told Priam, Priam shook his head.
" No, it is too much to see" Priam warned her, as Adromache shook her head.
" He is my whole life, how can I not kiss him just one more time?"
Priam put a hand to his face as Adromache instructed the funeral preparers to reveal her husbands face to her.
A piercing sound came from her mouth, a high pitched scream filled with anguish, disgust and hatred.
" No..." Paris muttered as he looked upon his brothers badly beaten, bloody face.
Adromache had let such a tremendous noise escape her lips that her throat ached, she wept openly, as her hands searched her husbands face, she trembled as her fingers ran across his mouth.
" Take him away, please take him away!" Paris exclaimed noticing that Adromache was becoming quite pale.
" No! No!" she screamed as the funeral preparers approached, but Paris came to her side and pulled her away.
" Please, Adromache, please don't struggle..." Paris begged as she fought with him
" I want to die, oh Apollo, why keep me here without him?" Adromache screamed so loudly,
" because you have your son" Paris reminded her, "because he is a part of Hector's memory"
Adromache paused and looked at Paris briefly. " Just let me... just let me go say my goodbyes"
Paris shook his head, but he let her go.
She ran after the funeral preparers and yelled at them to stop.
" Please, my lady, don't..." they told her, but she put her lips on Hector's forehead, and kissed the cold flesh of her lover.
" I want him to have this" she said, clutching the lion Hector had made for their son, " He was as fearless as one"
the preparers nodded and took the lion from her hands.
She turned away then, but glanced once more over her shoulder as they carried his body inside.
She then saw Helen, standing against the wall, tears streaming down her face. She said nothing but she knew it wasn't really Helen's fault that her husband had died.. she just needed someone to blame.