Valley of Gold dolor y sangre

Her sickened mind blinded her to the danger; Andromache could see only that this was the way of things, the way she had learned in Myros. Quarrel with a man; fight him; let him slink away in defeat, and if he lingers in haunting memory, kill him.

He would not haunt her again.

The princess followed at a distance, weakening a little more with each step taken. Her dry, stinging throat called for water. Her spirit called, far more loudly, for the sight of justice.