We haven't a minute to spare. Hurry! Hurry!
[HELENA takes up an eyebrow pencil and writes on the back of the
papyrus. She looks for a place to put it and seeing the shield
she smears it with some of the ointment and sticks the papyrus to
it.]
PARIS [watching her in ecstasy]. You are the fairest of all fair
women and your name will blaze as a symbol throughout eternity.
[TSUMU enters with the purse and the QUEEN'S outer robe.]
HELENA [tossing the purse to PARIS]. Here, we may need this.
PARIS [throwing it back to TSUMU]. This for your silence,
daughter of darkness. A prince has no heed of purses.
TSUMU [looking at him]. A prince!
HELENA [gloriously]. My prince of poetry. My deliverer!
PARIS [divinely]. My queen of love!
[They go out, TSUMU looking after them in speechless amazement.
Suddenly she sees the papyrus on the shield, runs over and
reads it and then rushes to the door of the library.]
TSUMU [calling]. Analytikos. [She hides the purse in her bosom.
ANALYTIKOS enters, scroll in hand.]
ANALYTIKOS. Has the Queen summoned me?
TSUMU [mysteriously]. A terrible thing has happened.
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