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he is a male of plenty of names. Some contact him the gold One; others, the lord of the silver- Bow. To the Dardanians, he is Prince Aeneas. However to his friends, he is Helikaon. Strong, fast, quick of mind, he is a interlocutor warrior, hated through his enemies, feared even by his Trojan allies. For there is a darkness at the love of the gold One, a savagery that, as soon as awakened, can be appeased only with blood. Argurios the Mykene is a peerless fighter, a guy of unbending principles and also unbreakable will. Like all of the Mykene warriors, he resides to conquer and to kill. Dispatched through King Agamemnon to scout the defenses that the golden city that Troy, he is Helikaon’s sworn enemy. Andromache is a priestess of Thera betrothed versus her will to Hektor, prince the Troy. Scornful that tradition, expert in the art of war, and passionate in the means of her order, Andromache vows to love whom she pleases and to live as she desires. Now fate is around to thrust these three together–and, native the sparks the passionate love and also hate, ignite a fire that will certainly engulf the world.
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The cavern of wing The twelve guys in ankle-length cloaks of black color wool stand silently in ~ the cavern mouth. Lock did not speak or move. The beforehand autumn wind to be unnaturally chilly, yet they did not blow heat air on cold hands. Moonlight shimmered on their bronze breastplates and also white-crested helmets, on their embossed wrist guards and also greaves, and also on the hilts that the short swords scabbarded at their waists. Yet despite the presence of cold metal against their body they did no shiver. The night grew colder, and also it began to rain as midnight approached. Hail fell and clattered versus their armor, and also still lock did not move. Then there came another warrior, tall and stooping, his coat flapping in the fierce wind. He, too, was armored, though his cuirass to be inlaid v gold and silver, together were the helmet and also greaves the wore. “Is the inside?” that asked, his voice deep. “Yes, mine king,” answered one of the men, tall and broad- shouldered, with deep-set gray eyes. “He will summon us when the gods speak.” “Then us wait,” replied Agamemnon. The rain eased, and also the king’s dark eyes scanned his Followers. Then he looked right into the cavern of Wings. Deep within he might see firelight flickering top top the craggy walls and even indigenous there odor the acrid and intoxicating fumes from the prophecy flames. As he watched, the fire dimmed. Unused to waiting, the felt his rage rise but masked it. Also a king was meant to be humble in the visibility of the gods. Every 4 years the king that Mykene and twelve the his most trusted followers were meant to hear the native of the gods. The last time Agamemnon had actually stood there, he had actually just interred his father and his own reign was about to begin. He had actually been concerned then but was more so now, for the prophecies he had heard that very first time had come true. The had become infinitely richer. His wife had actually borne the three healthy children, though every were girls. The militaries of Mykene had been victorious in every battle, and also a good hero had actually fallen. But Agamemnon additionally recalled the trip his father had actually made come the cave of wing eight year previously and his ashen challenge on his return. He would certainly not speak of the final prophecy, but one that the followers told it to his wife, and the native spread. The seer had actually concluded through the words: “Farewell, Atreus King. You will not to walk the cave of wings again.” The an excellent battle king had died one week before the next summoning. A woman dressed all in black emerged from the cave. Also her head was extended by a veil of gauze. She did not speak but raised her hand, beckoning the wait men. Agamemnon took a deep breath and led the group inside. The entrance to be narrow, and they eliminated their crested helmets and followed the woman in single record until at last they got to the continues to be of the prophecy fire. Smoke quiet hung in the air, and also as the breathed, Agamemnon feeling his heart beating faster. Colors came to be brighter, and small sounds—the creaking the leather, the moving of sandaled feet ~ above stone—were louder, almost threatening. The routine was hundreds of years old, based on an ancient belief that only on the point of death can a monk commune completely with the gods, and so every four years a male was liked to die for the services of the king. Maintaining his breath shallow, Agamemnon looked under at the slender old man lying ~ above a pallet bed. His confront was pale in the firelight, his eyes broad and staring. The hemlock paralysis had begun. He would certainly be dead within moments. Agamemnon waited. “Fire in the sky,” claimed the priest, “and a mountain of water touching the clouds. Beware the an excellent horse, Agamemnon King.” The old guy sagged back, and also the mrs in black color knelt by him, lifting and supporting his frashill body. “Offer me no riddles,” Agamemnon said. “What the the kingdom? What of the can of the Mykene?” The priest’s eye blazed briefly, and also Agamemnon experienced anger there. Climate it passed, and also the old guy smiled. “Your will certainly prevails here, King. I would certainly have readily available you a woodland of truth, yet you wish to speak that a single leaf. Very well. Mighty still will you it is in when next you walk this corridor the stone. Father to a son.” the whispered something to the woman, who organized a cup the water to his lips. “And what risks will ns face?” Agamemnon asked. The old priest’s human body spasmed, and also he cried out. Climate he relaxed and also stared up at the king. “A ruler is always in peril, Agamemnon King. Uneven he it is in strong, he will certainly be torn down. Uneven he it is in wise, he will certainly be overthrown. The seeds of doom are planted in every season and also need neither sun nor rain to do them grow. You sent out a hero to end a little threat, and also thus you planted the seeds. Now they grow, and also swords will certainly spring native the earth.” “You speak the Alektruon. He to be my friend.” “He was no man’s friend! He to be a slaughterer and also did not heed the warnings. He reliable in his cunning, his cruelty, and also his might. Negative blind Alektruon. Currently he to know the magnitude of his error. Arrogance laid him low, because that no man is invincible. Those the god would destroy they first make proud.” “What more have girlfriend seen?” said Agamemnon. “Speak now! death is upon you.” “I have no fear of death, King that Swords, King that Blood, King of Plunder. Nor must you. You will live forever, Agamemnon, in the hearts and also minds that men. Once your father’s name has fallen to dust and whispered away on the winds of time, yours will certainly be spoken loud and often. When your line is a memory and also all kingdoms have come to ashes, still your name will certainly echo. This I have seen.” “This is an ext to mine liking,” stated the king. “What else? it is in swift now, for her time is short. Provide a surname to the best danger I will certainly face.” “You desire however a name? just how . . . Strange men are. You can have . . . Asked because that answers, Agamemnon.” The old man’s voice was fading and slurring. The hemlock was getting to his brain. “Give me a name and also I will understand the answer.” an additional flash of anger lit the old man’s eyes, holding back the progressing poison. Once he spoke, his voice was stronger. “Alektruon request me because that a name once I was but a seer and not blessed—as now—with the wisdom that the dying. I called Helikaon, the golden One. And what walk he do . . . This foolish man? He sailed the seas searching for Helikaon and brought his doom upon himself. Currently you look for a name, Agamemnon King. The is the very same name: Helikaon.” The old monk closed his eyes. The silence grew. “Helikaon threatens me?” the king asked. The dice priest speak again. “I see guys burning like candles, and . . . A delivery of flame. I watch a headless man . . . And also a an excellent fury. I watch . . . Ns see countless ships, choose a an excellent flock of birds. I check out war, Agamemnon, long and also terrible, and also the deaths of numerous heroes.” with a shuddering cry that fell back into the arms of the veiled woman. “Is the dead?” Agamemnon asked. The mrs felt for a pulse and also then nodded. Agamemnon swore. A powerful warrior relocated alongside him, his hair for this reason blond that it showed up white in the lamplight. “He spoke of a great horse, lord. The sails the Helikaon’s ships room all painted v the price of a rearing black horse.” Agamemnon stayed silent. Helikaon was kin come Priam, the king the Troy, and Agamemnon had a treaty of alliance v Troy and with most of the trade kingdoms on the eastern coast. While maintaining those contract he additionally financed pirate raids by Mykene galleys, looting the towns of his allies and capturing profession ships and cargoes that copper, tin, lead, alabaster, and gold. Each among the galleys tithed that its takings. The plunder allowed him come equip his armies and also bestow favors top top his generals and also soldiers. Publicly, though, he denounced the pirates and threatened them with death, and so he could not openly explain Helikaon an opponent of Mykene. Troy was a well-off and an effective kingdom, and that trade alone lugged in huge profits, payment in copper and tin, there is no which copper armor and also weapons might not it is in made. War through the Trojans was coming, yet he to be not all set to make an adversary of their king. The fumes indigenous the prophecy fire were much less noxious now, and also Agamemnon feeling his head clearing. The priest’s words had been massively reassuring. He would have actually a son, and also the name of Agamemnon would certainly echo through the ages. Yet the old man likewise had spoken about seed of doom, and also he could not neglect the warning. That looked the blond male in the eye. “Let it it is in known, Kolanos, that twice a man’s load in yellow awaits whoever kills Helikaon.” “Every pirate delivery on the great Green will certainly hunt him under for together a reward,” claimed Kolanos. “By your leave, my king, ns will additionally take my 3 galleys trying to find him. However, it will certainly not be basic to draw him out. That is a shrewd fighter and also cool in battle.” “Then you will make him much less cool, mine breaker the spirits,” said Agamemnon. “Find those Helikaon loves and also kill them. He has family members in Dardanos, a young brothers he dotes on. Start with him. Allow Helikaon know rage and despair. Climate rip his life native him.” “I shall leaving tomorrow, lord.” “Attack that on the open up sea, Kolanos. If you discover him top top land and the opportunity arises, have him stabbed, or throttled, or poisoned—I treatment not. Yet the follow of his fatality must not finish at mine hall. At sea perform as girlfriend will. If you take him alive, saw the head indigenous his shoulders—slowly. Ashore, make his fatality swift and quiet. A exclusive quarrel. You know me?” “I do, mine king.” “When last ns heard, Helikaon was in Kypros,” stated Agamemnon, “overseeing the structure of a an excellent ship. I am called it will certainly be prepared to sail by season’s end. Time sufficient for girlfriend to light a fire under his soul.” There to be a strangled cry from behind them. Agamemnon swung around. The old priest had opened his eye again. His upper body to be trembling, his arms jerking spasmodically. “The age of heroes is passing!” that shouted, his voice all of sudden clear and strong. “The rivers are every one of blood, the skies aflame! and also look exactly how men burn ~ above the great Green!” His dice eyes fixed on Agamemnon’s face. “The Horse! Beware the an excellent Horse!” Blood spurted indigenous his mouth, drenching his pale robes. His face contorted, his eyes broad with panic. Then another spasm shook him, and a critical breath rattled from his throat.