A/N: In This chapter we meet several more sisters, Aristodeme, Lysimatche and Creusa. I plan to carry this story on as it is, a series of shortish chapters from a variety of characters, means frequent updates. Enjoy!
The Weaver's loom
Andromache breathed hard. If what Helicaon said was correct her husband was bringing home the ruin of Ilium. She did not need to be told twice what exactly 'stealing Helen' entailed. She knew, as Hector always kept her well informed that the Spartans were dangerous people in times of war, and at best it was not good to anger them.
Her brother in law was right though, she had to keep the hysteria of what possibly would come if they wanted to keep the calm of Troy. Andromache also knew that if Laodice was informed she would worry and Laodice was already frail. When she was ready to know, Helicaon would tell her. However, when in happy times, Laodice retained the title of 'best loved of Priam's daughters' well. She was the kindest person in Ilium; she would help where she could on a regular basis. Andromache wished that somehow the gods would repay Laodice's generosity with her heart's desire; a child.
She found Laodice where Helicaon had left her on her balcony, still at her loom under the blazing sun. When she saw Andromache she smiled.
"Good day sister, how are you? And where is Astyanax your son?" she stood and embraced Andromache.
Andromache smiled weakly "I am well, I miss Hector and Astyanax is with Hecuba." She said taking a seat.
Laodice looked excited "He will return soon!"
"I know, tomorrow infact." Andromache frowned. Laodice noticed this.
"What is wrong? That is wonderful news!" she asked but she had no time to answer. The two Trojan women were joined by three more, two dark haired women and a blonder woman; they were two more of Laodice's sisters, Lysimatche, Aristodeme and Creusa.
"Another morning, another day without our heroes I see." Moaned Creusa sitting herself down.
"Your hero is still at home!" Cried Lysimatche tapping her sister on the arm.
"Did I say he was a hero?" retorted Creusa.
"Good morning" Aristodeme spoke, one of the three acknowledging their presence.
Laodice was smiling again, she loved her sisters dearly even the fiery ones like Creusa.
"Andromache has just told me that the boats return tomorrow from Sparta" offered Laodice. Creusa and Lysimatche who had been having a discussion amongst themselves stopped talking, Aristodeme just smiled.
"Tomorrow? Are you sure?" asked Creusa sitting up. "Isn't that a little early?"
Andromache stiffened "No, they are due." She looked back over the sea.
"It will be good to have them home" agreed Lysimatche inspecting Laodice's loom. "It's good" she commented.
"I saw Helicaon just this morning." Began Aristodeme "He went to the temple of Apollo to speak with Cassandra."
"Cassandra? Today? That is odd." Sighed Laodice. Andromache took shallow breaths.
"What?" questioned Creusa noticing Andromache's strange behaviour.
"Nothing, I just feel a little light headed" she offered and sat down, her eyes still turned towards the sea.
The rest of the morning passed quickly, Laodice weaving on her loom, Aristodeme speaking to Andromache of her children and Creusa and Lysimatche once again talking heatedly under the shade of a canopy.