Scene change to Paris and Priam sitting in a courtyard
Paris: Father I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you. I -
Priam: Do you love her?
Paris sighs, and changes the subject briefly.
Paris: You're a great king because you love you country so much. Every blade of grass, every grain of sand, every rock in the river, you love all of Troy.
but then decides to tell a porky.
Paris: That's the way I love Helen.
Priam: I've fought many wars in my time. Some were fought for land, some for pwer, some over the legality of abortions some for prostitution rights, (Paris clears throat and Priam remembers his line) What I mean to say is I guess fighting for love makes more sense than all the rest. (Paris feels as though great burden has been taken off his shoulders) But this time I won't be the one fighting. (and then put back again).
Priam hands Paris a sword.
Paris: What is it?
Priam: It's the sword of Troy.
Paris: So this is a sword. (Says sword slowly).
Paris tries to lift the the sword but ends up dropping it on Priam's lap, lacerating his legs.
Priam tries to control his anger at his son's incompetance. After all if an eighty year old man can lift the sword why can't he.
Priam: My father carried this sword, and his father before him, all the way back to the founding of Troy, but never did one of them drop the sword on their father, nearly killing him from bloodloss.
Paris: Sorry daddy. (hangs his head in shame)
Priam: Our history was written with this sword.
Paris: Hhhmm, whatever happened to 'the pen is mightier than the sword?'
Priam ignores his son and starts making a torniquet for his legs by tearing up his dress... I mean robes.
Priam: Carry it with you tomorrow (grumbles) that's if you can lift it.
Paris stands up and leaves the courtyard dragging the sword behind him, sending sparks off in all directions as the metal grinds against the pavement. Priam hobbles off towards the hospital wing.
Scene change to Hector in his chamber with Andromache and Astyanax
Andromache is trying to make out with Hector again, right in front of baby Astyanax, you think all these goings on would affect the child in some ways.
Hector: The man who killed Tecton outside Apollo's temple today. I've never seen a spear thrown like that, an impossible throw.
Andromache rolls her eyes.
Andromache: Don't go, you've fought all your life, let other men go tomorrow.
(starts crying, realising that this is a perfect time to seduce Hector, making him believe it will be their last night together).
Hector: You think I want to fight, I want to see my son grow tall, I want to see the boys... I mean girls chasing after him and anyway Paris fights tomorrow, not me.
Andromache: Fifty thousand Greeks didn't come here to watch your brother fight. And even if they did, they'll be sadly disappointed, Paris doesn't even know what a sword is. (tries to pash Hector).
Hector: You'd make a fine general, my love.
Andromache rolls her eyes again.
Andromache: You know what else at good at making fine? (slightly obvious).
Hector and Andromache pash for precisely 5 seconds before Hectors kills the moment and Andromache's hopes of having sex with him.
Hector: I have to see Paris.
Hector walks out of the room, leaving Andromache feeling rather shut down. Instead of having sex with her, he'd prefer to talk to his brother.