>>5611734>>5611749>>5611796You will intervene. You must- Agamemnon is your host, and a good guest does not suffer insult to his host’s authority. Further ingratiating yourself into the royal court is another consideration. Self-interest and justice combined- perhaps there is something to Electra’s worldview.
The question is how. Letting them in is a nonstarter. How does one stop an angry hero from doing something unwise? By either killing him- a poor idea, seeing that Pollux is family of the High King and Queen- or distracting him. You don’t trust your words to do the job. You also don’t fancy your chances challenging the most famed unarmed fighter in all of Hellas.
What about training? A good old jog, some stretching, sparring- that’s the way! What kind of red-blooded man would refuse a training partner like you?
Plan in mind, you make your way up the staircase leading to the top of the walls. You startle the guards- the weren’t expecting any backup. The young man- the Captain of the Royal Guard- turns to face you.
“Lord Nikandros, you’re up early. The buffoon yelling down there wake you?”
“No, I woke to train but found myself distracted by the commotion at the gate. Wait, buffoon?” His disdain for Pollux is surprising, considering the man’s status.
“Yes my lord, buffoon. A troublemaker, a scoundrel. Only the gods can imagine what would become of <span class="mu-i">Lord</span> Pollux if not for Lord Castor. He picked a fight with the King at his own table you know- challenged him to box. Any other man who did so would’ve been executed on the spot, but being the brother of the Queen and a son of Zeus has its advantages. I trust you’re here to help?” Indeed, his voice is quite hopeful near the end. For mortal men confronting demigod royalty is a tall task.
“That I am- ah, what it your name?”
“Keas, my lord.”
“Yes, Keas, I am. Excuse me.” You step through the assembled guardsmen to look down at the Dioscuri.
They are twins indeed. Of note is the platinum blonde hair of the man standing on the ground, and his bulging muscles. Pollux then, son of Zeus. Castor is still mounted- his hair is black, his frame slimmer. Otherwise their handsome features are essentially identical. Their steeds are impressive in the extreme- pitch-black chargers, monstrously large, and according to the bards a pair of divine gifts from Poseidon. That they mastered such animals is proof enough of their horsemanship.
