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Hektor's war against the pirates began in autumn, as the weather was beginning to turn bad. It's widely expected that it'll last for the better part of a year, if not more. There's much territory to cover, and many small holds to purge. And there is the winter itself; while the last few battles have been successful and the greatest hold in these ( Read more... ) -
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The weather has grown foul with the coming of autumn, just as Hektor had been waiting for. Around here that mostly means rain, and terrible windstorms; it has been long since snow covered the ground properly anywhere near Troy. Still, it matters little. The ships belonging to the first of the two pirate strongholds between Troy and Dardanus have ( Read more... ) -
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The foreigner, Kou'te-bpe as he has asked to be called, has been learning the use of the spear at a commendable rate. Likely he'll never be an expert in its use, but one cannot have everything. Besides, he above all men has less need than most to keep his enemy as far away as a spear will reach; so as long as the enemy still uses bronze, and does ( Read more... ) -
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"Sir," said the servant, who stood swaying at the door-frame as he tried to catch his breath, "you must come quickly. It is your sister ( Read more... ) -
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For three weeks, it seemed, Hektor had been too tired during the day to be of any use to anyone. Priam had set one of the servants to keeping an eye on his son, as it seemed very unlike the boy, especially with a task at hand. But Hektor showed no signs of being unwell, beyond being sleeping far too late of a morning, and so he put it out of his ( Read more... ) -
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Alektryon was quite convinced that Prince Hektor had gone mad when the message came at full moon that the bronze stallion was to be set loose at night in the training pen. He would have sought out the Prince and given him an argument over it, if his head had not been pounding from too much wine the night before. Easier by far just to obey the order ( Read more... ) -
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When Hektor returned to the Palace, he thought for a moment. Alektryon, he knew, was not the sort to take being wakened from his sleep lightly. No good could come of disturbing the Horse Master to do what needed doing. So he only nodded to himself instead, and crept off to the kitchen store-rooms, coming away with a few old apples and a lump or two ( Read more... ) -
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The Turkmen had come to the Palace when the moon was a little past full, and it was rising new now as Hektor settled himself in silence among the hay, to watch the other horses and to wait. Priam was going to see the bronze stallion Yima today, and his thoughts had been ranging too far afield to forbid Hektor's following. The boy thought it best if ( Read more... ) -
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Mykale, the youngest of Priam's serving-women, peered for a moment through the crack in the door before coming into the room. "Has anyone seen the lord Hektor of late?" she asked, worrying at her lip with her teeth. "His father is looking for him ( Read more... ) -
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"Hektor," said Hekabe gently, holding the linen bandage to the gash in her first-born's brow, "you are going to have to be more careful. Aisakos is four years older than you, and look how much bigger he is than you. What possessed you to get into a fight with your half-brother ( Read more... )