Thanks for the reviews, it's good to know my story has readers. I am gonna try to do a weekly update, a think this is a realistic objective for me.

And for those who asked for Briseis: I do just a few scenes per chapter, so not eevryone can appear. As for Briseis, there is nothing from her POV in this chapter, but she will make a tiny, but important, appearance.

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'I have defeated Troy in just two days!'

Joyful, Agamemnon inspected the city he just conquered. Odysseus was glad his plan had worked, it had prevented the deaths of many, both Greeks and Trojans. But the selfish attitude of the king of Mycenae annoyed him. And it seemingly bothered Achilles, who evidently couldn't wait to get out of here.

They reached the palace. Odysseus had heard they had killed King Priam, but Prince Paris had found a way to get away. But he also knew Menelaus didn't know yet, so it could become a mess very soon.

'Come, my fellow kings, let us celebrate victory tonight!'

The kings and Achilles entered the palace, now guarded by Greeks. The servants in the palace were extremely nervous, and Odysseus couldn't blame them. They now had to serve the enemy, an enemy that had killed friends and family. An enemy that most likely would get drunk tonight.

They entered the throne room. Agamemnon first inspected the throne, and then sat down on it. 'Show me the prisoners!'

Two women were dragged into the room. Odysseus only knew one of them: Helen, the cause of the war. She tried to keep her dignity by walking up straight, but she accomplished this only partially. Her dress was torn, her golden hair completely messed up and her face was red from what appeared to be a blow in the face. But she kept walking till she reached the throne; there she knelt down before Agamemnon.

The other woman was a brunette. She didn't even try to resist, she was dragged till a spot in front of the throne and dropped on her knees. She was crying and didn't react on anything, she appeared to be mourning.

Helen smiled. 'Agamemnon, Menelaus, welcome to Troy.'

It was dead silent. This greeting was just bizarre! But Odysseus thought it was rather brilliant, through this way she might live. Helen of troy appeared to be a real survivor.

Agamemnon laughed out loud. 'Oh Helen, you are really something.' He looked at his brother, who had his eyes focused on his adulterous wife. 'Menelaus, she is all yours.'

Menelaus smiled evilly. Helen didn't seem to be impressed though, she just got up and approached him. Odysseus admired her intensely, if she proceeded this way she might even get her husband to forgive her and take her back.

Agamemnon got up and pulled the other woman up by her hairs. 'Who are you Lady?'

She didn't answer but stared at the floor. 'What must I do to make you talk, rape you?' came the threat. Odysseus was almost ashamed he had fought at the side of the pig Agamemnon was.

'Andromache,' she whispered her name.

'Are you a daughter of Priam?'

She shook her head. 'The wife of Hector.'

Hector. In the rush of victory, many of the kings seemed to have forgotten about him. Odysseus hadn't. 'Speaking of Hector, where is he?'

Everybody became restless. What had happened to him? Had he been killed, had he fled? Nobody seemed to know.

'Silence!' Agamemnon yelled. 'If you killed him, stand up!'

Everybody remained seated.

'If you know what happened to him, stand up!'

Again, nobody moved.

'Many Trojans fled,' someone suggested. 'Maybe he is one of them.'

Agamemnon nodded. 'Maybe.' He pulled hard at Andromache's hair again, forcing her to look at him. 'But we have his wife. So if he is still out there, he'll come back. And then we'll be waiting for him!'

The kings all agreed. Agamemnon waited for silence, meanwhile still holding Hector's wife at her uncomfortable and painful position. She cried silently.

'Let her go, you bastard!'

Everybody stared at the girl who had been sitting with the servants. Her clothes told Odysseus she wasn't a servant, but a priestess. Despite the fact she was a prisoner, the girl dared to challenge Agamemnon. A real piece of work indeed.

'Shut up,' Agamemnon threatened the girl. 'Or I'll slice your throat!'

'The great King of Mycenae can't handle a girl?' Achilles scorned. 'And the only way he can handle a princess is by pulling her hairs out.'

Everybody laughed, which made Agamemnon furious. 'You, leave right now!'

Achilles smiled. 'My pleasure.'

Achilles had reached his goal, getting out of here, with a trick. Odysseus couldn't help smiling.

Achilles had been glad he could get out of there, although part of him had wanted to stay to see what would happen with the girl who had challenged Agamemnon. Achilles would try to find her tonight, he liked challenges like her. He just had to wait.

Agamemnon's claim of victory was outragious. The king had done absolutely nothing for this victory! The war had been fought by real men, by soldiers, not by cowardous kings. He, Achilles, had done the fighting. He should get the glory! Once, Achilles promised himself, once he would get the glory he truely deserved.

But now he found himself on the beach, which was soaked with blood and covered with bodies. A number of Greek soldiers were busy recovering their dead comrades. The Trojans were left, at least for now.

Achilles tried to remember where his fight with Prince Hector had taken place. But that was easier said than done. The only thing he knew was the approximate distance from the city. This left a long strip to be searched, a strip covered with bodies.

Suddenly Achilles noticed a single head in the sand. The head of the Spartan he had beheaded. This meant Hector had to be here somewhere close.

He found Hector soon after this. He was still at the same position he had been when Achilles had last seen him: face down in the sand. Achilles looked down at him, almost fearful to touch the Prince. He pulled himself together and looked around to see if no one was watching him, because it would be rather inconvenient if someone recognized the Trojan heir. When he found this was not the case, he knelt down and turned the man on his back.

Achilles almost jumped. The man just moaned! It had been very soft, but Achilles was pretty sure he had heard it right. He put his hand on the other man's neck to check.

He felt a pulse.

A very weak one, but the Prince was definitely alive. It was a big complication of the situation. What should he do now?

Achilles could not bring himself to kill the man right now. If it had been any other man he wouldn't have had a problem with that, but this man deserved better. He was a prince, and even more important, the best warrior beside himself Achilles had ever seen. Hector deserved some honor. This meant he had to get Hector out of here. But how? He couldn't just carry the man out of here, because it was likely someone would ask why Achilles cared about the body of a Trojan.

Achilles looked around and saw a dead man wearing a large mantle. He retrieved it and used it to cover Hector's head and chest. Now he could say the dead man was one of his Myrmidons. Satisfied, Achilles pulled Hector over his shoulder and carried him to his tent.