claiming his lineage from Zeus and offering his mighty size as proof of his great- grandfather’s continuing favor. His gift was a spear, supple wood beautifully cut. The fire-forged point gleamed in the light of the torches. At last it was the man with the scar’s turn. “Well, son of Laertes?” Tyndareus shifted in his seat to face him. “What does a disinterested observer have to say to these proceedings?” The man leaned back. “I would like to know how you are going to stop the losers from declaring war on you. Or on Helen’s lucky new husband. I see half a dozen men here ready to leap at each other’s throats.” “You seem amused.” The man shrugged. “I find the folly of men amusing.” “The son of Laertes scorns us!” This was the large man, Ajax, his clenched fist as big as my head. “Son of Telamon, never.” “Then what, Odysseus? Speak your mind, for once.” Tyndareus’ voice was as sharp as I’d heard it. Odysseus shrugged again. “This was a dangerous gamble, despite the treasure and renown you have won. Each of these men is worthy, and knows it. They will not be so easily put off.” “All this you have said to me in private.” My father stiffened beside me. Conspiracy. His was not the only angry face in the hall. “True. But now I offer you a solution.” He held up his hands, empty. “I have brought no gift and do not seek to woo Helen. I am a king, as has been said, of rocks and goats. In return for my solution, I seek from you the prize that I have already named.” “Give me your solution and you shall have it.” Again, that slight movement, from the dais. One woman’s hand had twitched against her companion’s dress. “Then here it is. I believe that we should let Helen choose.” Odysseus paused, to allow for the murmurs of disbelief; women did not have a say in such things. “No one may fault you, then. But she must choose now, at this very moment, so she will not be said to have taken council or instruction from you. And.” He held up a finger. “Before she chooses, every man here must swear an oath: to uphold Helen’s choice, and to defend her husband against all who would take her from him.” I felt the unrest in the room. An oath? And over such an unconventional matter as a woman choosing her husband. The men were suspicious. “Very well.” Tyndareus, his face unreadable, turned to the veiled women.