Briseis rolled back her headscarf so she could feel the sun on her face. Tonight, she would have to rub buttermilk and lemon juice into her skin to keep it from getting as brown and wrinkled as an almond, but she didn't care. It was too beautiful a day to worry about anything.
The most determined grump would find it hard to sulk on this day. So even Cressida had a contented smile on her face as she sat in the shade of a willow tree, watching her sheep drink from the stream where the Myrmidon camp followers were washing bed and table linen.
The camp followers laughed and splashed each other between rinsing out sheets and napkins in the waist-deep, refreshingly cool water. In such sultry, gorgeous weather, laundry looked like a pleasant task.
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The Pearl of Troy
FantasyWar has raged outside the walls of Troy for the past seven years. Safe inside the royal palace, Briseis, a spirited young Trojan princess, sits back as her famous cousins, Hector and Paris, fight against the Greeks, who encroach upon Troy's borders...