The soldiers push her down. Agamemnon looks up and sees them.
Agamemnon: Get off her! Haven't you hurt enough people? For once, go find soldiers to torture, not girls!
The soldiers back off and either rejoin the others or exit.
Agamemnon: Who are you, anyway? I—-
Cassandra raises herself.
Agamemnon: Do... do I know you?
Cassandra: I think, from some long-ago dream...
Agamemnon: Not—not Cassandra? (This is said hesitatingly, rather self-consciously.)
Cassandra: And you're Agamemnon. Not exactly the "buff, broad-shouldered man with stunning eyes" you described, are you?
Agamemnon: Look, want to get you out of here, but if you're going to be a little witch, you can burn with the rest of them.
Cassandra: Why bother? Where can I go? Everyone that ever loved me is dead.
Agamemnon: You're wrong.
Embarrassed, he glares about him.
Agamemnon: Just come on. We don't have much time before the smoke gets too much. I'll take you home with me.
Awkwardly, he holds out his hand. She looks around, and with a whimper draws close to him. They more or less freeze.
Menelaus: Helen? Helen?
Enter Paris with Helen in tow.
Helen: Wait up for me!
Paris: We're all doing to die here! I can't help you; I can barely look after myself.
Helen: Paris, there are soldiers everywhere.
Paris: So? You don't really care, do you?
Helen: How dare you? Do you think I'm a harlot? It's you that made what I am! You stole me away! You took me from my homeland... and my husband!
Paris: Well, so what if I did? You stupid girl, you let yourself be convinced by me. Even then you were a whore. Well, I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you. (He turns to hurry away, but Helen grabs his arm.)
Helen: Don't leave me, Paris, please! They'll kill me!
In horror, he strikes her.
Paris: Leave me alone! You're their bitch, now.
Menelaus: Paris!
Paris: By the father of Hera! I'm out of here.
Menelaus angrily comes after him. We have another duel... well, as much as one person running away while the other takes shots at him can be considered a duel. Eventually Paris gets killed. Menelaus sits down, out of breath. Helen comes up to him.
Menelaus: Helen... I've been horrible. Helen, forgive me.
Helen: Soldier...
Menelaus: I've waited nine years to hear you say that. When everyone around you adores you, what I'm going to say must mean nothing... but I love you.
Helen hugs him tightly and they freeze.
Enter Homer/Chorus Leader and some of the Muses.
Chorus 1: What happens now?
Chorus 2: I want to find out what happens to Odysseus.
Homer: Shall I tell you? After many trials through wind and fire, monsters and more human beasts, he arrives exhausted but safe to his home in Ithaca.
Enter Odysseus haggardly.
Odysseus: Penelope? Penelope, there was an abundance of suitors I found in the basement! My progeny and I just disposed of them. You are safe to come out now.
Enter Penelope.
Penelope: My dear Odysseus! My rational thought was just beginning to abscond from my unwilling cerebrum—in short, I was terrified by the contemplation of you never returning home!
Odysseus: My darling sweetheart! My formerly inexhaustible vocabulary fails me!
Chorus 4: What about Agamemnon?
Chorus 6: And Cassandra?
Homer: They're not so fortunate. He lives under the Curse of Atreus, under which no man can live free of violence. He and Cassandra will die as prophesied, by the hand of Clytemnestra. His son will avenge him, and end the curse. But look! For now, they are happy. Even if it only lasts a short time, and even if it only comes late, love is still love.
Chorus 8: Even if it was found on a burning battlefield?
Homer: Why not?
Chorus 9: What's Aeneas' fate?
Homer: He will wander for many years. He will be sad and heartbroken all his life, but veil it with a smile. At last, he will come to Italy, and after much hardship, found a great nation.
Chorus 3: Tell us about Menelaus and Helen.
Homer: They will live–live long, and even in their old age, still speak to each other in those soft, sweet and almost frightened tones that mark their love as true. Even when they die, they will stay together in Elysium. But I expect that it will always be so: one with just a hint of fear, and the other always begging for forgiveness.