Chapter 27

Odysseus led Anama through the crowd of Greeks and towards the healing tent. Odysseus held the flap open for Anama. When she walked in, she wasn't prepared for what she'd find.

Hector lay on a bed of blankets, covered head to toe in blood. Sand was stuck to him like glue and he was deathly pale.

She slowly walked over to him trying to survey the damage. As she made her way, she noticed blood coming mostly from his chest area. She knelt down next to him and wiped some sand out of his eyes.

"This is the healing tent. Everything you need will be in here." said Odysseus.

"Thank you." she said. Odysseus only nodded and went to leave when she spoke again.

"For everything."

Odysseus smiled. "I will leave you to your work. Guards." he ordered.

Everyone left the, leaving only Anama and Hector.

Anama didn't know where to start. Hector was one big mess, but she was thankful he was alive.

She found a knife, and began to cut off his armor. As she pulled it off, she saw the initial wounds that should have killed him.

One wound was on his shoulder where it looked as if a spear had gone through. And then in the middle of his chest was the final blow. A sword stab to the chest. The stab wound that should have killed him.

She got up and brought the water bowl and rag over to where Hector was lying. She wet the rag and began to wash away the death. She started with his face and the blood and sand seemed to be never ending. The water had turned red as she finished washing his body.

When he was cleaned up, she took some salve and rubbed it in his wounds. She then wrapped them, hoping that he would survive this.

She began to clean up her mess and straighten the area around Hector.

She re-tied his skirt and covered him up with blankets to keep him warm. She prayed that he did not catch a fever.

She sat next to h im, watching as his chest rose and fell with each breathe.

She sat there for what seemed like ages when Hector's breathing began to change. His hands twitched slightly with movement and his eyelids fluttered.

"Hector?" she whispered softly. It sounded as if she was scared he would slip away any moment.

Hector's eyes slowly opened, instantly squinting at the light.

"Hector?" she asked a bit stronger.

Hector turned his head slightly towards her direction. His eyes widened when he saw her.

"Anama." he tried to say, but was drowned out by the dryness of his voice.

Anama grabbed a cup of water that she had saved and helped him take a sip.

"Slow." she told him as if she were talking to a child. She didn't want him drinking to fast or to much for he would surely get sick and throw it all up.

After a few sips, he fell back onto the blankets, clearly exhausted from drinking.

"Anama." he said again, his voice still sounding scratchy and hoarse.

"Yes."

"Are you all right?"

Leave it to Hector to always put other first, even in a life or death situation. That is what she loved about him.

"I think the greater question here is are you all right?" she smiled.

Hector laughed a bit but soon erupted into a fit of coughs. Anama grabbed some eucalyptus and rubbed it along his chest, letting the fumes ease his cough and making it easier for him to breathe.

He calmed down a bit as she continued to rub his chest.

He closed his eyes for a bit. Anama thought that he had fallen asleep until he grabbed her hand in his. He opened his eyes and gazed lovingly at her.

"I love you." he told her.

Anama's eyes began to fill with tears as she looked at the sincerity in his eyes.

"I love you too."

"How have they treated you?" he asked.

"Not as bad as I would have thought. The worst they have done is hit me. I can handle that."

"And the baby?"

"The baby is fine." she smiled. "Growing bigger each day."

Hector took his hand and placed it on her stomach. He could feel the bulge from underneath her robes.

"Agamemnon wants to make me his wife when all this is over." she whispered, knowing this would upset him greatly.

"What!" he demanded.

"Hector please calm down."

"I will not be calm. Do they really think they will take my wife from me?"

"Hector please. Calm down. Someone will here you."

Hector saw the concern in her face and instantly calmed down.

Anama could still see he was fuming, but as long as he was laying down, she was happy.

"They thought you were dead. That's why he wanted me. I tried to fight him off, to try and run, but he threatened the baby, and I just, I didn't know what to do."

"I know. It's just, I thought I had lost you, and,"

"I know." she said as she rubbed her hand along his head.

"What do they plan on doing?" he asked.

"They still plan on taking over Troy. They are going to use you to get inside the palace walls."

Hector only nodded. He knew they would try something sneaky.

"I thought as much. Listen, whatever happens, I want you to make sure our child grows, grows old enough to experience the world."

"Please, don't say this, you will survive this. I know it,"

"I don't know if I will. Once they use me there is no doubt that they will kill me. Agamemnon wants you as his wife, and with that comes security."

"No. I will not,"

"Yes you will. There is no use in both of us dying. He will give you food and shelter and protection. It may not be the best life you ever had but at least you will survive. And you will always have our child to remember me by."

Anama had begun crying as Hector spoke. A life without Hector didn't sound like a life she wanted to live.

Hector wiped away her tears. He grabbed her head and pulled her down to him. He kissed her with much sincerity and love like he had never before.

The kiss was interrupted by none other than Agamemnon himself.

"Well, well, well. I see you two are having your last words together. Pretty soon everything will be perfect and Troy will be mine."

He started walking over to them with two guards behind him.

"At what a perfect way to start this new life with none other than a new wife."

"I will never marry you. Never!" yelled Anama.

"I figured you would say that. Guards, take her to my tent."

Guards came forward and grabbed Anama by the arms.

"Let me go! Stop it! Let me go at once!"

She struggled against them but they were to strong. Hector had tried to fight them but was pushed back to the ground by Agamemnon.

"There, there, Prince Hector. No need to be getting worked up. We need you for future reference."

"Hector!" Anama yelled as she was dragged out of the tent.

"Once I am done with you, you will be joining your father in the heavens, and your lovely wife will be my new bed warmer."

Hector tried to attack Agamemnon but was ailed by his injuries. Agamemnon only laughed as he stood and began to exit the tent.

"Oh, and that child of yours will be disposed of quickly. Can't have an heir to the Trojan crown running around now can we."

"Agamemnon! I will get you for what you have done!" Hector yelled, but Agamemnon exited the tent before Hector could finish sentence.

Hector lay back down, tears streaming down his face. He had to do something, something to save his country and his family.