But as the night drew in, the flicker became a steady glow, which seemed to be coming from the direction of Mount Arachneus. It had been many years since they had prepared the bonfires. A beacon was only to be lit there after a signal from Messapion, and that only in response to one from Lemnos. Fires on mountainsides across the Aegean meant just one thing. Troy had fallen. The war was won. Agamemnon would be coming home.
