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Chapter 2

Where are we going? Briseis was screaming silently to ask the question. But who could she ask? There was only one choice, and Briseis decided not to ask. She loathed this certain golden haired warrior a lot... But she really wanted to know where she was now.

Briseis closed her eyes and tried hard to rest for a while. But she was in a very uncomfortable position. The warrior was grabbing her legs, preventing her to fall from his left shoulder, and the upper part of her body was hanging loosely on his shoulder. 'Let me down!' Briseis asked again, but just as she had expected, the warrior did not respond.

At last, which seemed like hours to her, they came to the campsite of Greece and Briseis realized where she was now. Immediately, she started to thump and pound on the back of the warrior again and she was unsuccessful. The man walked into one of the tents and threw her down on a bed. Briseis scrambled off to as far as she could be from the man and sat there, looking at the man. This time, she could have a very detail look at the warrior. He was extremely handsome. It seemed like his blue eyes could suck in other people's souls. However, it seemed to her that those eyes had seen much more than they had supposed to. He had shoulder-length hair, and it had the colour of dark gold. Briseis had never seen a man as charming as him before... Even Paris was not as attractive as this man.

The warrior sat on the bed also, and Briseis kept their distance. 'You're afraid of me?' he asked.

'No. I'm not even afraid of death.' Briseis snapped back.

He leaned a bit closer to look into Briseis' eyes. Briseis wanted to back away, but she was already on the edge of the bed. 'Do you know who I am?'

Briseis shook her head. She was not afraid of anyone. 'I kill without a blink. Thousands of men had died under my sword.' He said arrogantly. 'Don't think that I won't kill women. I will kill my captives when they are not obeying me.' He said dangerously, and Briseis gulped.

He smirked at Briseis' uneasiness. 'Can you guess who I am now?'

'I don't know any warrior's name except for Hector's.' Briseis said deceitfully, although she already knew who this man was. She had heard lots of stories from her parents, and had heard his name long ago. He had been in the battlefield when he was only fifteen. He was none other than the great warrior Achilles. 'Good. You know who I am.'

Briseis' mouth hung open. This Achilles was weird.

'You still haven't answered me. Who are you? I'm sure that you're not a daughter of the king.' Achilles said without a doubt. 'How do you know?' Briseis asked him back curiously.

'The king's family has dark blue eyes. Yours are hazel brown.' He answered. Briseis frowned. How did he know that the king's family had dark blue eyes? Even she herself had never noticed the fact. 'Who are you? Why were you in the palace? You don't seem to be a servant.' the warrior said, looking at her up and down. But Briseis did not answer. He had no right to know her name.

'Are you not telling me?' Achilles drew his sword, and pointed it at Briseis. Briseis looked at him, despising him of loosing his temper so easily, and being so cruel and violent. She still did not tell him her name. To her surprise, instead of slewing her, he pushed his sword back to its sheath.

'Why don't you kill me?' Briseis asked.

'It happens that I need a slave.' Achilles said superciliously, glancing at her.

Briseis fumed. How dare he...-

'Why are you wearing a veil?' Achilles asked, looking into her eyes, his own softening a bit. 'I don't want my slave wearing a veil, running around.' He added. She must be extremely beautiful, judging by her eyes... he thought as he reached out slowly to remove it.

To his astound and fury, Briseis smacked his hand away. 'I don't think you should look at my face. It's disfigured. I'm afraid that you'll throw up, my dear master.' Briseis said defiantly.

Achilles felt his angered boiled in his veins. He had never come across some slave so insubordinate. But he remained very composed, and smirked, 'I promise that I won't, and if it did happens, I promise you that the vomit won't be spoiling your dress.' Although Achilles was sneering at her, he was sure that the girl in front of him was a beauty, and he had the strangest desire to look at her face. He leaned closer again, and this time, he was slapped by Briseis on the face.

'Are you really not afraid to see Hades?' He bellowed, reaching for his sword again. Briseis winced and looked at him, horrified.

Although she was already overtook by fear, Briseis still tried to put up a brave image. 'There's nothing that I am afraid of.' She managed to say without her voice quivering. Achilles' eyes seemed to soften a bit at the merely audible but courageous words of the girl. Was he really going to kill the girl? She seemed so helpless, and he knew that she could never fight him. He studied the girl. She was very small, and she looked very delicate and fragile, and yet, in his eyes, she was very adorable, unlike other girls that he knew. She seemed to be very young also, younger than himself. He admired her bravery, and he said, 'I respect your courage, but don't try it on me. Now, remove your veil and let me look at your face.'

'No.' Briseis insisted, she was not going to submit to Achilles. And she had to keep her promise to her parents. She would not let any men see her face. Suddenly, she thought of a lie. 'Let me tell you the truth...' She said, pretending to look very sad.

Achilles frowned, and he sat down on the bed again.

'When I was young, my mother had offended Aphrodite. The fair goddess was angered, but she did not kill my mother.' Briseis started, trying desperately to think of what should come next. 'Instead, she imposed a curse on her baby, which the infant is no other than me myself. She said that no man, except for my family members, can look at my face. A glimpse, and the man will die. They won't die immediately, but they will die accidentally.' Briseis said, the story was starting to be smooth. 'My parents had not told anyone about the curse, but they let me wear a veil. Once, a friend of my father had looked at my face, and on the way back to his home, he was eaten by wolves.' Briseis said, trying hard to squeeze a tear out of her eyes. 'Aphrodite had punished my mother and I by not letting me get married...'

To her amusement, Achilles seemed thoughtful. I cannot bear to risk my life by just wanting to look at the girl's face. Maybe she's telling the truth. Her eyes are so captivating, yet they maybe tempting young men to look at her face...

'Even if it is so, you are still going to be my slave.' Achilles said self-righteously. 'You are to stay in the tent the whole day. You are preparing a bath for me everyday, and help me tidying all my things. You are to do what you are told.'

Briseis nodded reluctantly. At least Achilles was not trying to rape her. She was quite proud of her little story.

Briseis watched as her master walked out of the tent, and she started to tidy up the things in the tent. It took her a lot of time, as the tent was very untidy. At last, when the sun started to set, Briseis went to prepare the bath for Achilles.

Not long after she had finished her job for the day, Achilles came back to the tent and looked around. Everything seemed so different. The tent was so tidy. On the floor sat Briseis, leaning on a post, sleeping soundlessly. Her appearance was very mesmerizing already, although she was still wearing the veil. Achilles really wanted to see her face. He walked towards her, and she opened her eyes, awaken by the sound that Achilles produced.

'I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but I need to bath.' Achilles said. He did not intend to be so gentle to her, but her sight was intriguing, it made him feel that he had to treat her kindly.

The girl looked at him wearily, and she stood up.

'Here,' she said, and helped Achilles to remove his breastplate. She blushed a bit, and was grateful that the veil was covering her cheeks. Achilles' chest was a wall of hard muscle, and was tanned from all the years of war. There was dirt and blood on his body, and it only added to his attractiveness. Briseis blushed even harder when he removed his tunic. She turned her head and avoided to look at him. Achilles got into the bathtub and he started washing himself.

Briseis turned to walk away.

'What?' Achilles said, and Briseis turned back. 'You're not going to help?'

Briseis' mouth hung open. She was supposed to help?

But meekly, she obeyed and walked back to the tub. She grabbed a washcloth and started to wash his back. She noticed that there were scars on his back; some seemed to be quite new. Briseis wondered if they hurt a lot. She did not notice, but she had put down the washcloth and started to caress those wounds.

And the worst is, this did not go unnoticed by Achilles.

'Never seen so many scars on someone's body, I suppose?' he asked coolly.

Briseis shook her head, forgetting the fact the Achilles could not see her. 'I... do they hurt a lot?'

'No.'

Silence took over the two, and Briseis massaged Achilles' shoulders. It was very comfortable, and Achilles had never felt hands so soft before. They also gave him the feeling of naivety and inexperience, which Achilles had never met any girl that had such qualities. His hand shot up to grab Briseis' right hand. Briseis gasped, and tried to haul her hand away, but failed miserably.

'Have I done anything wrong?' Briseis asked nervously.

Achilles did not answer. He just stared at the small and delicately fair hand of Briseis. It was so beautiful that it looked unreal. It seemed like that it was made by the material of white clay by the finest craftsman. Briseis breathed hard and bit her lower lip. Achilles was holding her hand so tight that it felt numb. She tried to wiggle her hand free, but it only made Achilles tightened his grip around her wrist.

Achilles suddenly released her hand, and Briseis breathed out audibly. She looked back at Achilles, only to find him staring at her eyes.

Briseis looked at him quizzically, not understanding the expression of Achilles.

Suddenly, Achilles shot up his hand to remove Briseis' veil.


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