Nathan's eyes darted back to the woman. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists at her sides, her knuckles white, and the rage in her eyes was almost palpable.
"I will never forgive him," Clytemnestra said, her voice trembling with emotion. "That man—" She broke off, her shoulders shaking with suppressed anger. "He took everything from me. My freedom, my dignity, my happiness...my daughter."
"Daughter."
"Yes," Hector replied, his voice tinged with disgust. "Agamemnon sacrificed his own daughter when the winds did not favor his voyage to Troy." His expression twisted in revulsion, as if merely speaking the words left a foul taste in his mouth.
