"I think we'd better find out what's going on here!  Come on!  I see the banner I'm looking for."
   "Are you going to talk to the King," The Ax Man asked, "who is leading the Greeks?"  
   "No," The Ancient One snapped, "him and I don't get along.  I've arranged a very special homecoming for him.  No.  I've got a friend here, who has helped me on several occasions."
   The Ancient One approached a group of tents. Suddenly one of the Greek warriors charged from the ranks and swung his sword at The Ancient One.  The Ancient One quickly darted out of the way, came around behind, and punched the young man in the back of the neck.   The young man went down, laying on the ground trembling.  "What was THAT about?"  The Ancient One asked.  "I have always been a friend to the Greeks.  Why attack them?"
   "Friend no more!"  one of the other warriors answered. "You attacked us, you and these two.  You slew many of us, including Achilles!"
   "THAT Achilles?"  The Ancient One asked, pointing to a figure some distance away.  The man looked startled.
   "It couldn't be!"  he cried.  "As Zeus is my witness, I saw you slay him!"  
   "You saw someone slay him," The Ancient One answered, "but not me!  I just arrived.  Show me where his brother's body is."
   The soldier led the way to where several bodies were laid out. The Ancient One stretched his hand over it.  The blue glow came from it and engulfed the bodies.  The blood on their clothes seemed to flow back into their bodies, their wounds sealed themselves. The men's chests heaved, and they rose, looking at their companions in bewilderment.  The warrior who had tried to strike The Ancient One fell to his kness before him.
   "My apologies, Creos, voice of the spirits, protector of the dead, destroyer of all evil!"
   "How many times have I told you people," The Ancient One moaned, "never to bow down to me?  It's not my people's way.  I acccept your apology. Now, go to your brother. He needs wine and red meat to regain his strength."  The Ancient One sighed.  "No matter how many times you tell them you're not a God..." and hurried for the tent that had been his original goal.
   "Question," The Ax Man snapped, "why didn't you heal the others with Achilles?"
   "Oh," The Ancient One answered, "today was their day  They were supposed to die today.  I can only restore those that were slain before their time.  I can't interfere with someone's natural destiny."
   As he approached the tent the two guards crossed their spears in front of the entrance.  The Ancient One looked at them.  "I wish to speak with Lord Homer," he snapped, "he has always welcomed me.  Do you now deny me his hospitality?"
   "Lord Homer!" one of the guards cried, "the messenger of the spirits is here, the destroyer of evil."
   "Let him enter!"  came a deep voice.
   The guards straightened their spears and came to attention.  The Ancient One entered the tent. His host sat on a stool.  A servant was bathing a wound on his shoulder.  The Ancient One walked over. The servant bowed and stepped aside.  The Ancient One put his hand over the wound.  His guest cried out. The Ancient One pulled his hand back and displayed a small object.  "Thirty calliber," he muttered, "probably from a Browning machine gun. Doesn't feel British."
   He dropped the object into the bowl, put his hand back on the wound.  The blue light appeared and when he took his hand away again there was no sign of the injury.
   "A thousand thanks!"  his host moaned.  "I have suffered many wounds, but none as difficult as that!  My strength seemed to be ebbing away."
   "Little wonder!"  The Ancient One explained.  "The projectile was poisoned.  I thought as much when I revived the others.  I take it there have been some here impersonating my companions and I, attacking your people."
   "Indeed!"  Homer answered. "I got a close look at the winged one.  He resembled you, but I knew it wasn't you.  There are two others.  They stay on the walls, and fire some kind of weapon that spits out those little stones like a driving rain.  We can't get close."
   "You will next time!"  The Ancient One answered.  "Have your people prepare another attack.  Ax Man!  When it begins I want you to render the machine guns useless.  Try to get the opperators at the same time."
   "I understand!"  The Ax Man snapped.  The Ax Man looked at Durga. "You and I will keep our duplicates busy!"  he snapped.      "Hopefully The Ax Man will have time to fulfill his mission before his realizes something is amiss."
   "With pleasure!"  Durga snapped.  "If there's one thing I hate it's some sorry assed bitch giving me a bad name!"
   "Let's go!"  The Ancient One snapped.
   Homer hurried off.  In a few minutes the other kings agreed to prepare another assault and the Greeks readied themselves.  So did The Ancient One and his companions.