Hecuba had overheard this, but she was altogether too gentle a person to hear the malice in the girl's voice. She said, "Yes, they have been very good about lending you back to us, Kassandra. Be certain to tell Charis how grateful I am. I suppose with all these people sent to the palace, I should somehow find breakfast for them; will you help me, Kassandra, if your temple duties do not summon you immediately?"
"Of course, Mother," said Kassandra, and Helen volunteered at once, "And so will I."
Kassandra was startled to see Hecuba give Helen an affectionate little pat on the cheek. She said, "I will go and speak to Charis," and went quickly away.
"Of course you must stay if your mother has need of you," Charis said, "with Creusa pregnant, and Andromache with a child still at the breast. Don't trouble yourself, Kassandra, stay as long as your mother needs you."
"What is that?" Andromache quavered, and hid her child's head under her shawl as a blow was struck on the door. Others among the women trembled and cried out in fear.
"Don't be so foolish," Helen said, frowning at them in contempt. "We saw the Akhaians leave." She went and flung the door open; her face lighted, making her even more radiantly beautiful, and Kassandra knew who stood there even before she saw her twin brother.
"Paris!"
"I wanted to be sure that you and the boy were well," Paris said, looking round the room for the child. "Surely you did not leave him below while you took refuge here?"
"Of course not; he is sleeping yonder, in Aithra's arms," Helen said, and Paris smiled; a smile, Kassandra thought, that should not have been seen outside their own chamber.
"Were you frightened, my darling?"
"Not while we knew we were so well protected, my dearest," she murmured, and he clasped her hand.
"I said to Hector that he should come with me to make certain that our wives and children were safe," Paris added, "but he was too busy worrying about wine and rations for the household guard."
"Hector," said Andromache stiffly, "would never neglect his duty to his men; and I would not wish him to."
And what is Paris doing here among the women at a time like this? Kassandra knew that Hector had behaved properly; yet at that moment, she knew, every woman in Troy envied Helen her husband.
"Was Menelaus there?" she asked in an undertone.
"I did not see him, if he was," said Paris. "I told you he was too cowardly to come himself. And now we are well rid of Agamemnon."
"Don't think it," Kassandra burst out. "He will be back almost before he has time to gather his men, and next time you will not be rid of him so easily."
Paris looked at her with good-natured indulgence.
"Are you still prophesying doom, poor girl? You are like a minstrel who knows only one song to sing and wears out his welcome at every hearthside," he said. "But I am sorry you were frightened by these buzzards of Akhaians. Let us hope we have seen the worst of them."
I hoped it too; he did not know how much I hoped it.
"I must go and help Mother provide breakfast for all these women," she said. It seemed incongruous that out of this terror and confusion a feast should come; but the men were feasting too, celebrating that Agamemnon had—for now—been driven away.
"I would rather stay with you," Paris said, "but if I do not go and join Hector and the men, I shall never hear the last of it. Forgive me, love." He kissed Helen's hand and hurried away, and Kassandra stood without moving, until Andromache called to her and she went to help prepare the breakfast for the palace's unexpected guests.
CHAPTER 6
That was only the first of the raids; during the rest of that winter, it seemed to Kassandra that every time she looked down into the harbor, there were Akhaian ships lying there, and usually their raiders were in the streets, fighting. Eventually most articles of value had been carried up into the citadel of the palace, or even further, into the Sunlord's house, and the city was under perpetual siege.
Once the Akhaians had crept round the city, raiding Mount Ida, and before the army could be called out, they captured all Priam's cattle and most of his sheep. At the time Kassandra was at her duty in the temple, tallying jars of oil and noticing that the quantity, if not the quality, of the offerings had fallen off. Out of nowhere she was overcome with a surge of rage, grief and despair so immediate that she burst out in a great wail of mourning. She could not understand what was wrong until she recognized that special quality of strong emotion which always brought her into intimate communication with her brother's mind; she - or rather, he - was standing on the hillside, and before her, already covered with swarms of buzzing flies, lay the corpse of the old shepherd Agelaus.
"It was as if he tried to put his single old body, fragile as it was, between Priam's herds and Agamemnon's raiders," Paris muttered, and although Kassandra had seen the old man only briefly at the games when Paris was welcomed to the city, she felt all of her brother's sorrow and fury.
"He had no other son; I should have stayed with him to guard his old age," Paris said at last, laying his own richly woven cloak gently over the body. At this Kassandra was able to detach herself enough from her brother to think: Would that you had stayed with him indeed! Better for you, for Agelaus, for Oenone ~ and better for Troy too!
Paris had the body brought within the walls of Troy, and Priam gave the honorable old man a hero's funeral (indeed he had died a hero's death protecting the King's herds) with feasting and games. A few foreigners had been caught in the marketplace on the day of the first raid. They had been buried decently in the Temple of Hermes, who was the God of travellers and strangers; but there had been none to claim their bodies, no mourners and no rites beyond what was needful to assuage their angry ghosts. The old herdsman was the first Trojan citizen to die in this war, and Paris at least would never forget; he cut his hair in mourning, and when Kassandra next saw him, at the naming-feast for Creusa's first-born, she hardly recognized her twin.
"Was this necessary? He was no more than a servant," she said,"though an old and honored one. But even so—"
"He was my foster-father," Paris said. "All through my childhood I knew no other." His eyes were red with weeping; she had not known he was capable of so much grief. "May the Gods forget me too if ever I forget to honor his memory."
"I did not mean to suggest he was unworthy of your mourning," Kassandra said, and at that moment she felt that in a sense he was more truly her brother than he had ever been. She had always been the undesired sharer of his feelings, and intruder; now she was beginning to know him for the person he was, faults and virtues too, and to understand him a little.
They were still standing side by side when the alarm sounded again, and from outside there was the rush of women and children to take shelter in the citadel; Kassandra went to deal with the women who were carrying heavy babies and toddlers, while Paris went, grumbling, to arm himself and join Hector's men at the wall. Next to the city gates there was an inner stair which led up inside the great wall, and here the men gathered; Kassandra, watching them, felt that perhaps she and her brother would both have been happier if they could have changed places.
She was busy all day helping to amuse the women and children and keep them quiet; confinement made them fractious and she wondered sometimes if the men did not have a simpler time of it out there with a target at which to shoot. It would certainly, she thought, be a pleasure to take aim at some of these wretched brats— and then she stopped herself: the children had done nothing except behave as children always did. See how wicked I am, to be provoked by these little innocents. Yet she admitted to herself that she would like to take some of them in either hand and shake them until their little teeth rattled in their heads.