THERE, BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I.
Chapter Three: To Kiss Apollo
A shrill hellish scream silenced the chatter and familial camaraderie of the seven brothers as they walked the marble halls from the practice courts beyond to lesser dining hall.
In the thrown room, King Priam of Troy rose slowly. His watery twin rippling gently in the reflecting pool at his feet, the weary man in blue and white, with silver set with precious stones about his neck and wrists, gestured for calm. The counsel, numbering twenty and the king, remained seated but no sooner had the shrieking curdled than whispers and questions began to bubble from the lips of the politicians. "Guards!"
A plate bare but for crumbs and a few grapes was set aside as a lovely women dressed in a robe of lavender and gold settled herself among her ladies for an evening of quiet talk and gossip among friends. As the smiling women was lifting a goblet of watered wine to her lips, laughing engagingly at a bit of tall tale from a younger lady in pink and rice white, Hecabe, startled as the hysterical screaming reached her, louder and closer than to any other because she knew that voice, knew that agonizing wail as if it were her own.
The spilled wine and the clattering of the cup on the floor jarred the ladies, making three jump, but Hecabe was already on her feet and through the doors. In a flutter of silks and fine jewels, the Queen of Troy ran to the door at the end of the hall.
When the horrifying cries died and the sounds of futile destruction began, a young servant girl hiding huddled beneath the bed, the only piece of furniture to escape the wrathful creature stalking the room, curled in on her self. Madness had struck the house of Priam for certain.
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