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Chapter 3: The Trojan Horse
One morning, Paris woke up and found his son fast asleep in his cradle until he got up from bed. Hector's eyes opened and he cooed to see his father walking over to him. He picked him up and carried him downstairs.
Priam smiled as he watched his son walk down the halls with his grandson in his arms. "You are a very proud father, like I was once," Priam chuckled. Paris looked at his father.
"Of course I am a proud father, father. Hector and Helen mean the whole world to me," Paris answered.
Priam chuckled and looked at his grandson. "You remind me of the day that I first held you the day you were born. A little, tiny baby that Hector and I both loved so much. I too walked around these halls with you in my arms. Now that I look at you, I see a full-grown man walking around these halls with his own son in his arms," Priam explained joyfully. Paris smiled and lifted his son up so he could look at his face. Just then, they looked up and saw Helen walking down the stairs. The golden sunlight seemed to make her hair shine as she walked down the cold stone stairs. She walked over to her husband and son with a smile. Paris placed their son into her arms
"Father, burn it," Paris insisted. They were standing in front of the horse that was said be the gift from the Greeks. Priam stared at the mighty horse before answering.
"We take it to Troy," Priam demanded.
"But, father..." Paris started.
"We're taking it to Troy, my son," Priam insisted.
Paris walked over to his horse in anger. He rode off towards the city to tell Helen of what just happened.
When he arrived back at the city, Helen came out of the kingdom with Hector in her arms. She could see the anger in his eyes as he jumped from his horse. "What troubles you, Paris?" She asked. When Paris was about to answer, people of Troy were setting the way up for the horse.
"I'll explain later, just take Hector inside, Helen," he urged.
Helen took the babe inside while Paris stood outside, watching as his city made the biggest mistake they'd ever make. He hurried inside to tell Helen of what was going on.
Helen just placed Hector into his cradle when Paris walked into the room. "Why do you seem so secretive?" She asked. Paris grabbed her hands and instead of seeing anger in his eyes this time, she saw worry.
"Helen, today when my father and I were called out, we found a large wooden horse. They said that it was from the Greeks as a gift," he started.
"Well, that's good isn't it? Does it mean that they went home?" She asked.
"I don't trust the horse, Helen. I think that its a trap, so I wanted the horse burned. My father refused to listen to me, now they're bringing that horse into the city," he explained.
Helen let his hands go and walked over to the balcony. Her eyes widened as she watched the Trojan Horse being brought into the city. "I hope you're wrong about this horse, Paris. If you're not, then I'm glad you're here," she murmured. Paris walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist. He watched as the horse was brought into his home, the place where he grew up from a little baby, into a little boy, to a young man, and into a full-grown Prince of Troy with a wife and a son. Helen looked down at his leg to see that it was healing just fine since the duel. Paris knew she was examining his leg once again and closed his eyes. "I really hope that this horse would not bring us to harm," she whispered. Then they walked out of the room so Hector could sleep and so they could speak to Andromache.
Later that day, Paris and Helen were watching the people dance and celebrate around the Trojan Horse. "Look at them, they act as if they didn't lose a prince," Paris snarled. Helen grabbed his hand and looked at him.
"You're their prince now. Make your brother proud," she murmured.
Paris looked at Helen to see the truth in her eyes and held her close to him. A maiden came forth with Hector in her arms and Helen took their son. Paris smiled as he watched his boy play with the horse he made for him while Helen held him. He kissed the top of his head and kissed Helen's temple.
That night, Paris changed into his nightclothes and walked over to his son's cradle. He smiled to see Hector fast asleep with the horse in his hands and the blanket wrapped around him. He placed a kiss on his temple before climbing into bed. He pulled Helen into his arms and kissed the top of her head. He stroked her long golden hair and looked at the sky to see every star out and the moon was shining into the room. He looked out the window to see the horse and began to fall into a deep sleep, but that was until he saw something move in the horse. "Helen, wake up," he whispered. Helen's eyes fluttered open and saw Paris standing near the balcony. She got up and walked over to him.
"Paris what are you..." she trailed off.
She placed a hand over her mouth when she saw the Greeks coming out of the horse. "Oh, Paris you were right all along. It was a trap," she whispered. Paris looked at Helen and the cradle that held his child.
"Get dressed, my love. We have to leave Troy immediately. I overheard of what they're going to do with everyone they capture. They'll kill the men, they'll throw every baby off the rooftops, and they'll take the women as slaves," he explained.
"Paris, I was the Queen of Sparta, why would they take me as a slave?" She questioned.
He placed a hand on her smooth cheek. "They'll take you as a slave because you are no longer the Queen of Sparta, you are the Princess of Troy," he answered. Helen remembered that it was true and quickly got changed while Paris changed into his armor.
A few minutes later, Andromache hurried in with Attis in her arms. "This way, I know a way out of Troy," she explained. Helen picked Hector up from his cradle and hurried out of the room with Paris behind her.
Once they reached the tunnel, Paris made a decision, he wasn't leaving. "I'm not going," he confirmed. Helen spun around to look at him.
"What do you mean you're not going?" She asked.
Paris didn't answer, he walked over to a Trojan boy and gave him the sword of Troy. "Paris, I can't find Briseis, she wasn't in her room," Andromache told him worriedly.
"Don't worry I'll find her and bring her with me," he assured.
He gave her a kiss on the cheek and kissed the top of Attis' head. Helen tried to stop Paris, but he wasn't listening. "Please, Paris, you can't leave me," she begged. Paris grabbed her arms and looked into her eyes.
"We will be together in this world or the next," he assured.
He then gave her a passionate kiss and looked at his son. He pushed back the thought of never seeing his son again. Hector was still fast asleep in Helen's arms before Paris held his son one final time. "You will live to see these days renewed, my son. You shall be a wonderful person when you are older," he whispered. He kissed his son's forehead and then he removed something from his neck. Around Paris' neck was the pendant of Troy that was given to him by his father when he was a young boy. He placed it around his son's neck. "Helen, if I don't make it out, have the boy that has the Sword of Troy to take the people to the city of Lampsacus. The king of that city will know who we are and will allow you to go into their city. If I don't make it, my love, make sure to tell my son where his father was from and what he stood for," he explained. Helen placed a hand on his face.
"But you are going to live," she whispered.
Paris pushed back the sadness in his heart and looked at her. "Promise me, Helen, promise me," he urged. Helen nodded with tears in her eyes.
"I promise," she whispered.
Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he placed his son into Helen's arms again. "Goodbye my son, I love you," he whispered. He placed a kiss on the top of his head and kissed Helen one final time before hurrying off to find his cousin and to see what he could do to try to protect his home.