Troy [antikvár]

THE BLOOD ROOM "They'll be here later on," said Charitomene, "You may be sure of it. It'll be a fierce battle today, and we must be ready for the wounded, poor creatures. Put that pallet over there, Xanthe, where it's cooler." Xanthe did as she was told. Please dear Gods on Olympus who see everything we mortals do, she thought, help me now. Please keep Boros away. Please let it be other men who bring us these bodies. She shivered. Since the day when he'd first approached her, his words (What's a frisky little Jilly like you doing all alone here? I've seen you h^ore, haven't I? Aren't you the one who helps with the sick? Don't you recognize me? I cart the bodies ojf the hattlejield. I'm surprised your parents let you out so near sunset. Don't they know there are nasty men around? Oh, very nasty, really. You wouldn't want to hump into them, myjlower. But don't worry. . . I'll see them ojf, anyone who dares to try it on with you . . . they'll never tangle with me. I'm known, see. One blow from this fist. . .) went round and round in her head, and with them a vision