“I crouched again in my place beside the whimpering, spewing Agamemnon…” (Pg. 4)

“I told Agamemnon I would lose my power if he forced me into his bed. He let me go. His potency was already long gone; the girl who lived with him in this tent for the last year betrayed it to me. He had threatened that if she did this—betrayed his unutterable secret—he would find a pretext to have her stoned to death by his troops. Suddenly I understood his exquisite cruelty in battle, just as I understood why his silence deepened the farther we got from Nauplion along the long, dusty road through the plains of Argos, and the closer we came to his wife, to whom he had never given a reason to be merciful if he showed any weakness. Who knows what misery she may spare him if she murders him.” (Pg. 10)