Helen of Troy Page #6

When he kills, he commits no murder.

He fulfills justice.

The way of a Spartan.

l understand these things.

You do not.

l understand enough.

Then understand your place

in the palace, nowhere else!

You've seen this man before.

Admit it.

Your silence condemns you.

You've been out of the palace secretly.

Admit it. You know this man.

Silent as ever. No words for me,

your husband. l am your husband!

-Don't.

-Say ''husband'' to me.

Say ''husband'' to me.

l can think of many ways of dealing

with your Trojan, Helen.

Andraste.

l am the slave sent

to the Prince of Troy.

The queen's handmaiden, eh?

The king commands me

to entertain his guests.

A fine Greek custom, but guest?

He's in a prison, if he only knew it.

Oh, l'm instructed that

he shall not know it.

Must King Menelaus command

you himself to admit me?

The royal temper's already running

a fever.

Shall l tell the king you said that?

Get to your business,

you little troublemaker.

You should be in bed.

Yes, l should but--

But your mistress sent you

to play another trick on me.

No. She sent me to help you escape.

Escape?

Those two soldiers

on watch down there. . .

. . .are they going to help me too?

You're a captive.

The king plans tortures for you.

You must leave quickly.

Return to the fisherman's hut.

l'll go a distance with you

to point the way.

My good friend Menelaus.

-The door is also watched.

-Then what chance have l?

Helen thought to make you

look like a merchant.

Any fool could see you're a prince.

-Soldiers.

-Fisherman!

-Yes?

-Fisherman!

Yes?

-What do you want?

-A cup of wine.

-Our throats are salted by the breeze.

-Oh. Cora, the wineskin.

The captain's an idiot.

Does he think the man will swim?

He'd be deep in the forest by now.

Here. Take it with you.

Go, and remember,

there will be soldiers above. . .

. . .so you'd best try the rocks

under the cliff.

Get to a cove beyond the tower.

There, a boat will send you to the ship.

Wings of Mercury speed you.

Why do you wait?

lt was just a foolish hope.

-l half-imagined she'd come.

-Here?

She sent you garments. . .

. . .arranged for a Phoenician ship

to take you home. What more, Trojan?

l didn't really expect her to come.

-l only hoped.

-Don't even breathe it.

lf she should show her face here

and be recognized. . . .

l know.

And l wish l could repay you

for your kindness.

And for the queen. . .

. . .tell her she'll walk in all my dreams.

Wait!

The ship is not yet in the cove.

Helen.

Andraste, you are free.

-Go as far away as you can from Sparta.

-My lady.

You made clear to Adelphus what l said?

-He is far off by this time.

-Then be on your way.

Freedom is made of quicksilver

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