Achilles studies the lines she draws on the map and in his mind fits them to his understanding of Solvunn's landscape.
"Thank you, Claire. When the storms settle, and the plains are no longer lashed by wind and rain, I shall borrow a team of horses and a cart that I may journey to this settlement that overlooks the sea. Until then, I can gather goods to trade, if that is the way of the men who dwell there. I have little, but I am an excellent huntsman — they might like fine pelts and sturdy horns from which to carve tools and trinkets."
He passes her a wistful look, an echo of that which he wore when he set the lyre down at the end of his song.
"You speak of homesickness, but well do I know already that for me there will be no homecoming. My father, noble Peleus, I shall never see again, nor my son, my own Neoptolemus, who was still small enough to dandle on my knee when I set sail for Troy all those years ago. Still, my deathless mother I might reach, even in this far-flung country, so long as the sea swells near."
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"Thank you, Claire. When the storms settle, and the plains are no longer lashed by wind and rain, I shall borrow a team of horses and a cart that I may journey to this settlement that overlooks the sea. Until then, I can gather goods to trade, if that is the way of the men who dwell there. I have little, but I am an excellent huntsman — they might like fine pelts and sturdy horns from which to carve tools and trinkets."
He passes her a wistful look, an echo of that which he wore when he set the lyre down at the end of his song.
"You speak of homesickness, but well do I know already that for me there will be no homecoming. My father, noble Peleus, I shall never see again, nor my son, my own Neoptolemus, who was still small enough to dandle on my knee when I set sail for Troy all those years ago. Still, my deathless mother I might reach, even in this far-flung country, so long as the sea swells near."