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The exciting chapter 11!!! By the way, the 'escape' Briseis said means that how are they going to escape from Agamemnon's tent! So, let's find out!
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Chapter 11
Briseis and Chryseis both looked at Achilles and Agamemnon.
The scene was quite entertaining. The two men looked at each other intensely, both had a fire of anger and rage burning in their eyes. Yet, Achilles was towering over Agamemnon, and it seemed like that Agamemnon would be defeated if a fight was started between the two.
No one knew, except for himself, if Agamemnon was afraid of Achilles' intensive look or not, as he turned away from Achilles' fiery glare. The King said, smiling slyly to Achilles, 'So, I see you've got the girl, Briseis, right? Back from my men.' Achilles did not move or made any response, but had kept on glaring at the king, now more fiercely. 'I hope she's still pure enough for you.' Agamemnon added cunningly.
Briseis watched anxiously as Achilles fists curled up slowly into a ball, and she knew what would be coming. One blow of Achilles would be enough to kill the pigheaded king. If this king was killed by Achilles, there would be no way of them escaping even they were together with Achilles. There would too much soldiers and guards, and Achilles had to take care of the two girls too. So, she hurried back to Achilles and put a hand on one of his curled-up fists. Achilles looked at Briseis slightly, and then smiled and nodded faintly. Achilles released his anger, and slowly relaxed his fists. He knew exactly what Briseis wanted him to know. It would be too dangerous to kill this brainless man in front of him. He had been to rash.
Achilles looked at the king sideways, and said smugly, 'It would give me much pleasure to kill you now, as your words had offended me to a great extent, and I will make no denial about it,' Agamemnon smiled smugly, knowing that Achilles did not dare to kill him.
Briseis watched in mild delight as Agamemnon's facial expression twitched so quickly into a horrified and infuriated one when Achilles added, 'But your death now will never give me as much pleasure to see how you are defeated, and commit a painful suicide after you realize you can't win this war without me.' This was Achilles' turn to look smug. 'And, besides, I've come here to take away your war-prize, just as you had taken mine two days ago. But you can be informed that, at least I am not doing it in a deceitful way that some disgraceful king had used.'
Achilles immediately ushered the two girls out of the hall when Agamemnon was still fuming with red rage, and stood there glaring daggers at Achilles, although Achilles had paid no attention to the shameless king's unseen 'daggers'.
As they had arrived in Achilles' tent, Briseis was already laughing so hard that Achilles had to hold her by the arm to keep her standing. Chryseis was glancing at the two of them in a suspicious and nervous way that was understandable in Achilles' eyes. (You should know that Briseis was laughing so hard that anything but Achilles' arm was oblivious to her)
When Chryseis had waited until Briseis had calm down, she blurted out the question that she dare not asked Achilles (as she thought he was just a Trojan and Theban murderer, and she hated him), 'Cousin, why are you here?'
Achilles took the hint (at last! He could take a hint!) that the two girls would be having a girl talk sooner or later, so he left the tent to join his men by the fire.
'I'm here because I was captured by the Greeks,' said Briseis softly.
'Who is that man? He is a Greek isn't he?' Briseis nodded faintly at Chryseis' anxious question.
'He is Achilles isn't he? The murderer.' Chryseis asked quietly, although she already knew what the answer from her cousin would be.
'He's not as bad as you think, he's-' Briseis tried to explain, but she was cut off by Chryseis' furious words, 'How could you let him touch you! He had murdered our countrymen!'
'He had saved me,' Briseis explained softly, 'from the filthy hands of Agamemnon's men. He is a good man.'
Chryseis looked into the beautiful eyes of her elder cousin, the cousin who she had always envied a lot because of her attractiveness. And deep inside the hazel orbs of them, she could see a gentleness and indescribable, yet distance look in them, and she had heard of that look from Andromache. Chryseis had always seen it in Andromache's eyes when she was talking about Hector. Love, she realized. Love, the one thing she could not understand.
'Cousin, you are still young. You are only sixteen. You won't understand love, as I had not when I was at your age two years and a half ago.' Briseis said to Chryseis gently, placing both hands on her shoulders.
Chryseis pouted. How can she say I am young when she was only two years and a half older than me?
'But Chryseis,' Briseis added, 'Achilles would kill a Trojan or a Theban no more. He and I will be leaving for Greece sooner or later.'
Chryseis' eyes widened with bewilderment. She could not believe Briseis had done so much for Troy (as Thebe was captured then). Hector would not be threatened by the Greek army anymore, with no Achilles there. Chryseis hugged Briseis tightly, and said, 'Sorry, I have misunderstood you.' Briseis smiled softly. She had followed her heart. Sailing to Greece together with Achilles was more than to satisfy herself than to save Troy. Love could be so unreachable.
The flaps flew open and in walked a very young man, about eighteen, who looked a bit like Achilles.
'Achilles, I've heard that you are sailing back to Greece,' the young man, or to say, Patroclus, Achilles' cousin, said furiously.
Silence.
He looked around the tent, and found no Achilles there. But instead, on the floor, sat two beautiful maidens. One, he recognized, as Briseis, the reason that Achilles gave up fighting to sail back to Greece. He looked at the other one, and an indescribable feeling hit him... The girl looked shy, yet provocative. Both blushed and looked away at the same time.
Briseis smiled at the reactions of the two and watched as Achilles' cousin turned and walked out of the tent.
Chryseis looked at Briseis shyly, and asked bluntly, 'Did you feel something?'
Briseis laughed silently at Chryseis' blunt question. Her cousin would know how she herself was feeling soon.
Achilles entered the tent again, 'This tent is too crowded for three people to sleep in. Chryseis, right?' Chryseis nodded. 'I invite you to sleep in my cousin Patroclus' tent.' Briseis smiled at Achilles. 'But don't try to kill him, he is also a deadly warrior.' he glanced at Briseis skeptically, which glared back at him, 'Don't worry; he won't do anything to you.' Achilles added quickly as panic took over the face of his lover's young cousin. With this, Eudorus came in and led Chryseis to sleep in Patroclus' tent.
Briseis asked Achilles if he did that on purpose.
But Achilles did not respond. Instead, he washed his face again. He found himself always washing his face since Briseis had come.
Although he did not answer, Briseis could sense the mischievous from him. 'You want your cousin to fall in love with mine?' she asked straightforwardly. Achilles glanced at Briseis, meaning yes. 'They are still young.' Briseis stated uneasily.
'You are only eighteen and a half, two years and a half older than your cousin; do you think you are very experienced and sophisticated?' Achilles smirked.
Briseis blushed, how does he know it?
And then it hit her. 'You are listening to our conversation!' Briseis blurted out furiously. And if Achilles was listening, he would also know that...
'"He had saved me from the filthy hands of Agamemnon's men. He is a good man." Says you, "thank you," says I' Achilles said complacently.
Briseis stood up from the floor, looking up at the towering Achilles frantically, her neck and face crimson from the embarrassment.
Achilles grinned at Briseis. She was so provocative, and he loved to provoke her.
'You cannot listen to other people's conversation! That's invading others' privacy!' Briseis scolded.
Achilles grinned at her again. He lifted up her chin and kissed her softly, and Briseis gratefully returned the kiss. Achilles whispered when they drew apart, 'am I forgiven?'
Briseis smiled and kissed him again.
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Ha! That's how the story ends!! Do you like it?
Just kidding, the ending is not romantic enough, and I'm going to make it longer, longer and longer. You may think this chapter is quite useless, but I'm telling you, this chapter is important! If Achilles had not sent Chryseis to sleep in Patroclus' tent, everything would be different...
So, in order to know more, you must review and I must update!
I am replying to some of my reviewers... Ilovehector: I think there will be a lot more chapters to come.... love-shannen: Hector will be one of the most important character too. So, don't worry about it.
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