Priam: Oh, my dear. Don’t worry. It will all sort itself out, just wait and see. (Exit)

Chorus: Helen!

Helen: Who calls?

Chorus: Go to the window.

Helen: What is it?

Helen walks towards stage centre; the left side of the stage is illuminated to reveal Menelaus, still standing stupidly from the duel.

Helen: Soldier! ...Menelaus, get out of here. There are patrols; you’ll be killed. Aren’t you listening to me? Go!

Enter Paris.

Paris: Hey, I checked with Hector, and he says no. But that’s okay! We can watch from here! What’s happening down there?

Helen: Nothing. Um, the Achaians are walking around.

Paris: Just walking around?

Helen: Yes, they certainly are.

Paris: Wizard! Let me see!

Helen blocks the window.

Paris: Oh, okay. Well, that’s kinda fun too, I guess. (He kisses her) Still, I’d rather watch the fights. Come on! Can’t we please go watch? We can sneak out!

Menelaus is googly-eyed with shock.

Helen: Sure. Yes, let’s go. Come on, quickly!

She leads him away from the window off-stage. Menelaus still holds that same shocked stance as the lights fade.