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"If you weren't my brother I'd kill you where you stand," Hector said growled. "Come with me," he said as he grabbed Philana's arm and dragged her up the staircase.
Paris and Helen stood rooted to their spot.
"We'll never have peace," Helen said with fear.
Paris looked into Helen's eyes and said, "I don't want peace. I want you."
Philana stumbled behind Hector, who was pulling her towards the bow of the ship. Hector held Philana up to his face, almost lifting Philana off her feet, and said, "Why didn't you tell me when you had the chance?"
Philana could not answer out of fear. She was gasping for breath, but Hector was more furious than ever.
"Turn us around. Back to Sparta!" Hector yelled to the captain.
"Wait!" Paris called as he hurried towards Hector. His eyes grew wide when he saw how Hector held Philana. Hector was evidently angry.
"You fool!" Hector said as he lowered Philana and spun on Paris.
"Hector, listen to me - "
Hector shoved Paris backwards. Hector's physical power is very apparent. Philana slowly backed away from her brothers. Sailors around them watched in awed silence.
"Do you know what you've done?" yelled Hector. "Do you know how many years our father worked for peace? How many brothers and cousins he lost on the battlefield?"
"I love her," Paris said determinedly.
Hector clenched his fists to control himself. "Say another word and I'll break your arm."
He walked to the edge of the ship and gripped the paling. Paris followed, but before he could talk, Hector said furiously, "This is all a game to you, isn't it? You roam from town to town, bedding merchants' wives and temple maids." Heturned dangerously towards Paris and saidspitefully, "You think you know something about love? What about your father's love? You spat on him when you brought her on this ship. What about love of your country? You'd let Troy burn for this woman."
Paris started to speak, but Hector raised a warning finger and said, "I won't let you start a war for her."
"May I speak?" Paris said. Hector said nothing, and Paris continued, "What you say is true. I've wronged you. I've wronged our father. If you want to bring Helen back to Sparta, so be it. But I go with her."
"To Sparta?" Hector said incredulously. "They will kill you."
"Then I'll die fighting," Paris declared.
Hector let out a mocking laugh. He turned to Paris and said, "That sounds heroic to you, doesn't it? To die fighting. Tell me, little brother, have you ever killed a man?"
"No."
"Have you ever even seen a man die in combat?"
"No."
Hector's face was flushed with anger. Paris tried to avoid his eyes but Hector wouldn't let him.
"I've killed men, brother," Hector said and seized Paris by the arms. "I've watched them dying, I've heard them dying, I've smelled them dying. There's nothing glorious about it, nothing poetic. You think you want to die for love, but you know nothing about dying. You know nothing about love!"
Paris faltered for a moment, but said, "All the same, I go with her."
Hector released his brother and stared at the sea.
"I won't ask you to fight my war," Paris said resolutely.
Hector shook his head, still staring at the sea. "You already have," he said darkly. For a long moment, Hector remained silent. Finally, he turned to the captain and said, "To Troy." Hector left for his cabin.
Paris sighed and leaned against the ship's paling. At the other side of the ship, he saw Philana. She had been watching them. Hurt and sadness exuded from her, then she turned around and walked away.
