Heracles lowered his club and spat at the semicircle of soldiers behind which Laomedon was cowering. “Your majesty hasn’t seen the last of me,” he growled. Executing a low bow he turned and left. “I didn’t meant that bow,” he explained to Telamon and Oicles as they made their way back to their ship. “You didn’t mean it?” Heracles rescues Hesione. “It was a sarcastic bow.” “Ah,” said Telamon, “I did wonder.” “Dear me, how uncouth these Greeks are,” said Laomedon, watching from the high walls of his city as Heracles’s ship hoisted her sails and glided away.
