Priam sat down slowly. His face was pale. Paris had run. And to save his life, Hector had been forced to kill Menalaus. Now the war was certain.
He watched as the armies of Agamemnon flooded toward Troy. He could see his granddaughter down there. She turned and waved at the walltop.
The archers moved forward and strung their bows.
Achilles was clenching his hands into fists. "Pull back, you fools!"
"Pull back!" shouted Odysseuss.
Instantly his men stopped and the others raced around them.
Odysseuss shook his head. "Fools."
The archers let loose their arrows.
Agamemnon grabbed the chariot reigns as his man fell down, dead. His eyes went to the walltop and his heart sank. They where too close to the walls.
The Greeks clashed mightily with the Trojans.
"Don't give!" shouted Evangelia. "Push them back!" She slew any who were any her way. Suddenly she looked around. She had gotten separated from her Father.
Zeus looked down and grimaced. He leaned down and whispered in Evangelia's ear. "Find your Father. Make haste!"
Evangelia began looking frantically for her Father. Suddenly, an arrow imbedded itself in her arm. She cried out in pain and gritted her teeth as she broke it off and tossed it on the ground.
Arrows where raining down on the Greek and hundreds lay dead.
"Push!" shouted Evangelia. Her blood dripped off her elbow. "Push them back!"
Slowly, the great wall of Trojans heaved and took a step forward. The Greeks went back a step.
"Father!"
Hector turned at the sound. Evangelia! He turned and began making his way toward he had heard her voice.
"Turn and face me!"
Hector turned.
There was an enormous man standing there. In one hand he had a large hammer and the other a shield.
Hector jumped aside as the great hammer swished by him, nearly smashing his jaw.
All around, both sides stopped and gathered to watch.
The man was called Ajax and perhaps the strongest man, save Achilles, the Greeks had.
But in spite of all his strength, Ajax was slow. And Hector was small, strong and fast.
Ajax's hammer came crashing down on Hector's shield and broke it in two. Hector jerked his arm back, tingling. He crouched, knowing he had only one strike. He went forward but Ajax's hammer came down on his sword.
"So you're the best of the Trojans?" Ajax shouted in Hector's chest.
Suddenly, the point of a sword seemed to grow out of the middle of Ajax's throat
Hector stared at him in disbelief.
Slowly Ajax fell to his knees.
Evangelia put her foot on the back of Ajax's neck and jerked her sword free. She moved around until she was in front of the dying man. "That's debatable."
There was a roar of anger from the Greeks and they pushed forward with all their might. But it was not enough. The Trojans pushed harder and the Greeks stepped back.
"Push!" shouted Hector. "Push them back!"
At last, the Greeks turned and ran in defeat.
With a mighty roar, the Trojans ran after them, cutting down as many as possible.
Hector and Evangelia's horses where brought and they raced after their army.
"Stop!" shouted Hector. "Stop!"
"If they reach those dunes, their archers will cut us down," said Evangelia.
At last the army stopped. And they all stood there and watched as the Greeks scrambled over the Dunes and disappeared over the other side.
Hector rode his horse around to his captain. "Send someone to tell them they can gather their dead and we rest tomorrow."
The captain stared at him. "But they never would have done the same."
Evangelia appeared beside her Father. "That's what makes Troy worth saving."