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276 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1977
Aerope rode in the wagon, her seat a bale of hay. She dressed in the height of fashion. Naked rose-tipped breasts thrust from a short-sleeved bodice of transparent linen scalloped by silver threads. A girdle of solid gold suspended a quilted apron studded with gems and striped by golden sequins. Seven separate flounces of a gaudy embroidered skirt flowed gracefully to her feet. Carefully waved hair clung to her skull like an ebony cap, a tress in a bandeau across the top. Carmine stars adorned her cheekbones, the mouth a scarlet wound in a face the colour of chalk. She clasped her hands in her lap; wide, dark eyes stared trancelike straight ahead.
She had never looked more beautiful.




"I knew you were guilty and you proved yourself a liar and a crook. You see, Agamemnon, a king must be entirely unscrupulous, ready at need to betray his dearest friend -- even his beloved brother. I think you meet the measure very fairly -- just the kind of ruler our treacherous Heroes need."
"Nothing was unattainable. Nothing lay beyond my grasp, beyond the reach of Agamemnon, the king."