Thread: The Handmaiden's Tale (Wander and Chanti)

The Grecian army could feel themselves moving and from how the rustling had turned into an eased and smooth movement they knew that the plan had worked and that they were indeed being taken inside the impenetrable gates of Troy. The orders were strict, not a single sound was to be made. They were to wait patiently until the sounds and echoes from outside which were prominent during this hour had died out. Till then, silence was the law which had to be adhered to with utmost discipline. Herodontus was clammed in between Achilles and Odysseus. This had to be the most uncomfortable position for he had Achilles sandal in his face and Odysseus arm poking him uncomfortably. But it even amidst this, it was a moment of pride for the commander for e was chosen by his honoured lords as their companion during this treacherous endeavour. The horse was large, yes, but the number of men was even they wanted inside the walls of Troy was even larger than that and it was absolutely painful to be in this position which made all the soldiers feel like numerous fish caught in the fishers net, aching to escape into the freshness of their natural habitat. Claustrophobia was something people of those times were unaware of and fortunately none of the soldiers suffered from it otherwise this plan would have failed miserably. But it did not because all the men stay absolutely still, like lions patiently waiting close to their prey, waiting for the right time to strive. Finally, after several excruciating hours of discomfort, the men could hear the hubbub and the celebration of sounds die out into absolute and peaceful bliss. They could not have discerned whether it was day or night within their confines of their constricted abode. It is time. Whispered Odysseus and manoeuvred himself up towards the latch on the saddle of the horse. Unscrewing the bolts carefully and noiselessly while standing on the shoulder of three men, Odysseus carefully lifted the saddle upwards and saw the sight before him. It was the dead of the night the horse was within the town square. It was dilapidated and awry, showing signs of profound celebration which had been undertaken upon this crossroads. Odysseus peered from end to end and spotted only two guards. Both were supine on the ground, probably weary after consuming excessive mead. They indeed took the bait and assumed the horse to be a consolation of supplication from the Greek army. Odysseus deduced as he lifted the saddle completely and climbed out of it. Come on men, Said the cunning king It is time we claim Troy for Greece. Out came Achilles, and then commander Herodontus. Presently all fifty men were emancipated from their equestrian penitentiary and then carefully, wordlessly without a single sound they made their way to the sleeping guards. Slash! Slash! The sound was almost inaudible as Achilles and Herodontus covered the mouth of either guard and slit their throats in one swift movement of their blade. Onto the gates, we need to let the rest of the army inside Troy! Whispered Odysseus as all the fifty men slowly moved forward onto the gates of Troy. Then men stood guard there and in the same, stealth manner of murder which Odysseus had made the men practice the previous three days, all ten men were murdered in a swift and noiseless slash of blades, leaving a bloody heap around the gates of Troy. Odysseus found the contraption that manoeuvred the gates and quickly learnt how to operate it. Pulling the lever with all his might, he heaved and it gave way. SLAM! was the sound as the gate fell open. The sound was enough to awake the Trojans but it was too late. The Grecian fleet which was so carefully concealed behind the mountain in the sea had had its way across from it and all the men had docked upon the sandy shores of Troy after Twilight when the Trojans were busy within the merry mirth of celebration. ATTACK! Screamed Odysseus as all the Grecian army charged forward into the gates of Troy. From that moment on History would be crated and remembered as the greatest carnage in history of mankind. The siege of the impenetrable kingdom of Tory was absolute anarchy. Buildings were being burned downed, fires erupted, and men slashed to mutilated corpses, women being raped repeatedly by different soldiers. Innocent civilians were pulled out of their homes and killed, their wives raped and their children seized for bondage. It was absolute downfall of humanity and the very depiction of the feral instinct of man who had shown that he may have evolved in terms of intelligence, but he was still the feral conqueror of land and ruthlessly caused pain to his fellow beings trampling them as the stepping stone to his blood soaked conquests. To the Palace, men! We need to retrieve Helen! Shouted Achilles and Herodontus to their respective platoons in unison as a regiment of the best one hundred Grecian soldiers charged towards Priams palace.