Briseis knew not how to find Tecmessa's child, but she knew that she would do it for her friend. She looked at Achilles upset.
"What are we going to do?" he asked her.
"Well, we are going to find her child."
"Then what?" he asked. Briseis sighed.
"Then we will look after it." Achilles shook his head.
"No, I am not looking after a baby. I don't like babies." Briseis groaned.
"Then obviously you don't like yourself, now come on!" Achilles opened his mouth.
"Briseis!" He called after her. "How do you intend to find this child? I assume you'll think that it'll be easy to find him, you'll just knick him from who ever is looking after him, then you'll take him back for us to look after as our own and we'll all live happily ever after! Well sorry Briseis but I am a fighter, I'm not here to play happy families!"
Briseis looked down.
"You call yourself a fighter, but you only do it because you want to hide that deep down you have some love in you. Don't try to hide it any more Achilles. I know what you are. I know that you are a strong warrior but you can love too. Don't give up on that. don't give up on me." Achilles smiled.
"You speak like we are an item." Briseis looked at him.
"Are we?" Achilles smiled again.
"Yes, I think so." Briseis giggled, then turned serious.
"Ok, but I want you to forget that you are more important than me because your not. I don't want any more wickedness from you. If you treat me like dirt just once, then I shall leave you." Achilles, tired of being told what to do, nodded irritably.
"And none of that either," said Briseis laughing. Achilles leaned forward and picked up her tanned hand. He lifted it up and kissed it. Then he put his arm around her and they walked off to the end of the beach.
"How will we find him when all we know is a name?" muttered Briseis depressed. Achilles lifted up her chin.
"We will. A three month old baby. There aren't that many of them on a Trojan beach I assure you. We'll find him.
Briseis prayed that he was right.