persephomne:The Song of Achilles + PaintingsA trumpet blew, loud and panicked. It came from outside,
persephomne:The Song of Achilles + PaintingsA trumpet blew, loud and panicked. It came from outside, a sustained note, followed by three short blasts: our signal for utmost, impending disaster. Lycomedes lurched to his feet, the guards’ heads jerked towards the door. Girls screamed and clung to each other, dropping their treasures to the ground in tinkles of breaking glass.All the girls but one. Before the final blast was finished, Achilles had swept up one of the silvered swords and flung off its kidskin sheath. The table blocked his path to the door; he leapt it in a blur, his other hand grabbing a spear from it as he passed. He landed, and the weapons were already lifted, held with a deadly poise that was like no girl, nor no man either. The greatest warrior of his generation.I yanked my gaze to Odysseus and Diomedes and was horrified to see them smiling. “Greetings, Prince Achilles,” Odysseus said. “We’ve been looking for you.”Odysseus recognises Achilles amongst the daughters of Lycomedes Louis GauffierAchilles discovered by Ulysses among the daughters of Lycomedes Peter Paul RubensAchilles discovered among the daughters of Lycomedes Gérard de Lairesse -- source link