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The room was busy, confused with the chaos of women, and I hovered uncertainly in the shadows cast by the thin torches that the women lit. The narrow orange flames flickered and twisted, and, on the stone walls, monstrous dark shapes cavorted grotesquely with their snaking rhythm.
But her serenity annoyed me, especially in comparison to my own rumpled state of mind, and I was desperate all at once to see her crack.
The mighty sun-god’s glorious, golden light made our city shimmer, for the city of Troy was as beloved by Apollo as he was by us.
I built it over and over in my head through the first nights at Mycenae, conjuring the details I had not known I noticed at the time: the tang of salt in the air and the screeching of the gulls overhead; the way the sun struck against the surface of the water, making rainbows in the spray; the white of Menelaus’ knuckles as he clung so tightly to Helen’s arm, as though she might fall and be swept away by the ocean tides if he did not hold her fast.
In Sparta, we had lived in the valley with mountains rising to three sides, like friendly guardians overlooking
