We reached for each other and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.

War was what the world would say Achilles was born for. That his hands and swift feet were fashioned for this alone - the cracking of Troy's mighty walls. They would throw him among thousands of Trojan spears and watch with triumph as he stained his fair hands red.

He is half of my soul,as the poets say.