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Beneath the gaze of the gods, the mighty armies of Greece and Troy met in fierce and glorious combat, scrupulously following the text set forth in Homer's timeless narrative. But that was before twenty-first-century scholar Thomas Hockenberry stirred the bloody brew, causing an enraged Achilles to join forces with his archenemy Hector and turn his murderous wrath on Zeus and the entire pantheon of divine manipulators; before the swift and terrible mechanical creatures that catered for centuries to the pitiful idle remnants of Earth's human race began massing in the millions, to exterminate rather than serve.
And now all bets are off.
could see Hector through the flames. Even Ilium’s greatest hero was powerless to intercede here, since his brother’s blazing corpse fire stood between him and this middle-aged woman. Oenone was so close to the flames that her clothing steamed. She looked wet, as if she had doused herself in water in preparation for this 22 ✦ DA N S I M M O N S stunt. Her full breasts were clearly visible as they drooped under her soaked gown. “Paris did not die from flames by Phoebus Apollo’s hands!”
the funeral of my brother,” shouted Hector. “You shall not harm them. Anyone who defies my order will die by my hand. I swear this on the bones of my brother!” Achilles stepped off the platform and raised his shield. He was still dressed in his best armor and was armed. He said nothing and made no move, but every Trojan in the city must have been aware of him. The hundreds of Trojans looked at their leader, looked over at fleetfooted mankilling Achilles, looked a final time at the funeral pyre
conversations with others of their rank. By dawn, everyone had heard the terrible news, and palsied terror was giving way to impotent rage. Menelaus knew that this was perfect for their purpose—the Atridae brothers, Agamemnon and Menelaus—to turn the Acheaens not only against the Trojans once again and to finish this war, but to overthrow the dictatorship of fleet-footed Achilles. Within days, if not hours, Agamemnon would once again be commander in chief. At dawn, Agamemnon had finished his duty
funeral started bizarrely and grew only more bizarre as the day wore on. There was a smell of fear and apocalypse on the winter wind. Early that morning, even as Hector was bearing his brother’s bones to 76 ✦ DA N S I M M O N S their barrow, Helen was summoned by Andromache’s messenger. Hector’s wife and a female servant, a slave from the isle of Lesbos, her tongue torn out many years earlier, now sworn to serve the secret society once known as the Trojan Women, were holding wild-eyed
threw his head back and moaned as he had on the morning of Patroclus’ murder and kidnapping by Hockenberry disguised as Athena. The captains stepped farther back from the dead woman and horse. Thersites used his knife to cut away the straps on Penthesilea’s chestplate armor and belt, slashing into the dead queen’s fair flesh in his hurry to gather his unearned spoils. The queen was all but naked now— only one dangling greave, her silver belt, and a single sandal remaining on her slashed and