The war room was quiet.
The map of Troy covered the table. Small stones marked the walls, the harbour, the lower town, and the positions held by the Greeks.
Paris stood beside the table with a folded sheet of paper in his hand.
"I found this in Mother's room."
He placed it between the stones and unfolded it.
Several names had been written across the page.
Merchants. Harbour officials. A councillor. Two men who worked in the lower town.
Lysander read the list without touching it.
"She was investigating them."
Paris nodded.
"She was looking for the spy."
Hector came closer. His face was hard, but the exhaustion beneath it showed in the way he stood.
"If we find the spy," Paris said, "we may find the man who helped the murderer enter Troy."
"And the man who killed her," Hector said.
Paris's fingers closed around the edge of the paper.
"I will begin with the harbour."
