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Chapter 20

Anama rushed to see King Priam. She ran all over the palace looking for him. She ran to his rooms, to the meeting hall; he was nowhere. She ran into the Great Hall to find him praying in front of the God.

"Father!" she yelled. King Priam stood and faced her. "Did you see? Did you see the ships? There's hundreds, thousands! What are we going to do?" she rambled.

"Sh, calm down my child. Hector has a plan, do not worry."

"How am I not supposed to worry when I see thousands of ships coming towards our country, and seeing my husband ride out to meet them?"

"We have survived for many years behind these walls, we will outlive this one."

"How can you be so sure?" she asked, silent tears falling from her eyes.

King Priam smiled. "Come. We will go and watch."

King Priam grabbed her hand and led her to the sitting area where they could watch what was happening. King Priam sat Anama down in her seat, which sat directly next to his. He sat down and watched the madness unfold.

Anama watched as soldiers rode out on their horses and directly to their stations. She had to admit, Hector did a fine job training the army. She still felt uneasy about the whole thing.

The soldiers rode out towards the sea. The ships came in one after another. Anama could see in the far distance, small figures fighting one another. It felt like eternity when finally the Trojan soldiers came riding back to the walls.

"Anama, go and make sure you have water and clean clothes for Hector, hm?"

Anama only nodded and walked to her room. She called for Kia to bring some water for Hector so he could take a bath. She grabbed his blue robe with white stripes and placed it next to the tub.

She walked over to the balcony and watched as the soldiers rode into the walls, placing their armor and weapons back into the shelter.

Kia walked in with two tubs of hot water and poured them into the tub.

"Is there anything else my lady?" she asked quietly.

Anama just shook her head. "No that will be all Kia."

Kia bowed and left the room.

No more than five minutes later, Hector came in with sweat pouring down his face, and weapons and armor red with blood.

He through them in the corner and began undressing.

"There is a bath ready for you." she said quietly.

Hector had barely heard her. He turned to see her leaning against a pillar, staring at him intently. He stopped what he was doing and walked over to her. He stroked her face with his hand and Anama leaped into his arms.

"Oh, I have never been so scared in my whole life." she whispered.

Hector only closed his eyes and hugged her tighter. They stood there for what seemed like eternity until Anama pulled away.

"You should really take a bath." she said with a small smile.

Hector laughed and gave her a kiss. He walked over to the bath and undressed. He sank into the hot water, letting the warmth relax his hard worked muscles.

Anama took a sponge and began bathing him. She washed his hair, which was in dire need of a cleaning, and rubbed in a few oils. She massaged his shoulders and back, trying to loosen the tension that was built up.

She received a few groans from him and she smiled. She left him there to finish soaking and went to sit on the balcony. She watched the ships being pulled onto shore, and thousands of tiny little men running about.

She felt a pair of strong arms rap around her waist, lightly stroking the ever growing child within. She wasn't big yet, she was still small, but that would change in time.

"What do you think it will be?" Hector asked quietly.

Anama smiled. "Well, I hope it's a little girl."

"A girl? Why would you want a girl? Why not a have a son, a son that will grow strong and tall and carry after his father."

"Because, if he turns out anything like you or Paris, then I would most likely be sent to an early grave." she said with a smile.

"Come, remove yourself from this balcony. What you see in the distance will only make you more troubled."

"Well what else am I supposed to do? You are going to a meeting and I am to be stuck here with nothing to do."

"How did you know I was going to a meeting?"

Anama smiled, "Because, after every battle, you always have a meeting." she smiled. "Why do you think I picked out your meeting robe?"

"You are a clever one my love. Come, I am sure Helen needs some company."

Anama sighed. "Very well."

Anama walked up to the doors that led to Paris' room. She knocked a couple of times and waited for Helen to answer. No one came to the door, so Anama tried knocking again.

"Excuse me my lady." said a servant. Anama turned to see a young woman holding a basket of clothing. "Miss Helen has gone to the gardens for the afternoon."

"Ah, thank you." said Anama. The servant bowed and continued on her way.

Anama walked into the gardens to find Helen sitting by the flower bed, dazing off into another world. She calmly walked over and sat down next to her. She didn't notice Anama sit next to her. Anama placed her hand gently on Helen's arm.

"Helen?" she asked. Helen turned and saw Anama sitting next to her.

"Oh, Anama. I didn't see you there. How are you?"

"I am well. The real question is how are you? You seem lost. What troubles you?" she asked with concern. Although Helen was the cause of this war, she couldn't deny the fact that she felt sorry for her.

"I just, I just wish that I could go back home, tell Menelaus that it meant nothing, that this war shouldn't happen,"

"Listen, you and I both now that if you were to go back to Menelaus, he would kill you with his own hands, and this war would still happen. Do you really think that this is about getting you back? Agamemnon has wanted to take control of Troy for years, he finally has found a reason to wage a war on Troy. Don't you see? He is using you as a pawn in his little game. He is using you to finally have an excuse to take control of Troy. This war would have happened sooner or later you know that. You just seemed to make it happen a little early."

"I could run away. Take a horse, ride away from here."

"That would do no good. They would still fight us, they wouldn't believe you left. They would tear every thing down in this city looking for you. It's best you stay here, where we can protect you."

Helen nodded and let tears fall freely from her eyes.

"I am always here for you, understood? If you ever need anything, please, do not hesitate to ask. I want to help you, I just want to help someone! Do you know that being pregnant is not all glamorous. I can't do the normal things I used to, I can barely go anywhere without having to throw up my breakfast, lunch or my dinner!"

Helen laughed at the words Anama spoke.

"Ah she does laugh. I was beginning to think you were barren from all sorts of emotions."

"I've never had an opportunity to use them."

"Well, you will know that you live here. Come, let us go and get something to eat while the men are talking of war and tactics. Come!" said Anama as she drug Helen to the kitchens.