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the swirling crystal balls she has for eyes
brimming with the shape of the enormous
wooden war-horse, she leaps
at the king, shrieking shrilly, “listen!
this gift will bring an end to us!
don’t let it in the walls, or we’ll all die!”
“be reasonable, Cassandra,” says the king.
“i want to believe you. just explain why
you’re so suspicious of this peace-offering
by the Greeks.”
but the girl has no reply besides
“you just have to believe i wouldn’t lie.”
what happens? Troy falls, & Cassandra dies.