Helen and Paris at Breakfast

The moment before.

“How can all Greece hate me? All Greece hasn’t even seen me.”

“I hadn’t seen you before I loved you,” Paris said, unhelpfully.

“Thank you, darling,” she said. “Other people had seen me, and told you about me, which is roughly the same thing, so let’s not have anything else along those lines.” She puzzled over the paper a while longer.…