Helen of Troy Page #3

say that.

Do you know her?

She owns me. l'm her shadow.

And l always thought l knew her.

No, l don't believe anyone knows

Queen Helen very well. . .

-. . .including Helen.

-Not even the king?

Great power doesn't need knowledge.

Wait. l only ask these questions. . .

-. . .because l must go to the palace.

-Don't chance it.

l intend to be discreet, so prepare me.

lf Menelaus won't help me,

l'll ask the queen.

That you must never do! l--

Oh, if you were old and ugly,

maybe then she could help you.

But you're not old, nor ugly.

lt's late, Andros.

We must get the fish to market.

Gladly. lf the soldiers find him here,

l don't want to be involved.

l wouldn't mind.

We must get back to the palace,

Andraste. l've stayed here too long.

Promise me. . .

. . .we'll meet again.

You can go back now.

Supplies, for your voyage home.

So you still hope

l won't go to the palace?

More than ever.

The kings of Greece are gathering there

to consider a war against Troy.

Then my mission was well-timed.

-When will they be in council?

-Tomorrow, perhaps.

But tonight. . .

. . .there are only you and l.

Under the magic of the moonlight.

Here. See what l brought you?

My dear little slave girl. . .

. . .l don't want what you steal

from the palace.

l only want what l steal

from the palace.

No, my prince.

Very well, then, l'll borrow you.

But we'll be quite honest about it.

-l'll offer to buy you from the queen.

-Oh, no! That would mean death!

Nonsense.

l'll explain to her that

you're no slave to me. . .

. . .but my future Princess of Troy.

Let me go, Paris.

Don't you believe l could love a slave?

Yes, l believe.

My heart believes and loves you.

My heart is yours, Paris,

but l can never be.

You must not seek out the queen,

nor anyone at the palace.

And this moment must be our last.

Don't ask me why.

Call it magic, call it a dream.

And never speak of it to anyone.

Hear our Spartan host, King Menelaus.

-Are you sure Ulysses is coming?

-His ship was not far behind mine.

This great lthacan refused to leave

his wife and farm.

He's so sick of war,

he wouldn't let go of the plow.

Till his child was cast in front of it,

to convince him Greece's glory. . .

. . .comes before contentment.

You can have the glory.

l'll take Troy's gold.

Not my share, brother.

Ulysses, King of lthaca!

Greetings, friend.

You're acquainted with everyone.

Ajax, Prince of Salamis.

Nestor, King of Pylos.

Diomedes, ruler of Aetolia.

And l think you know my brother,

King Agamemnon of Mycenae.

Greetings, fellow pirates.

lt is a righteous war we plan, Ulysses. . .

. . .a war of defensive aggression.

A neat sort of righteousness.

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