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Apr. 24th, 2007 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hippodamio"Hektor," said Hekabe gently, holding the linen bandage to the gash in her first-born's brow, "you are going to have to be more careful. Aisakos is four years older than you, and look how much bigger he is than you. What possessed you to get into a fight with your half-brother?"
The boy grimaced, but then he had already been grimacing, so that was nothing new. "I didn't start it," he protested. "He was the one who took my knife."
"Aisakos says you gave it to him." Hekabe looked at her son, a touch of worry in her dark eyes.
"Well, yes- at first," Hektor said. "He wanted a look, he said, so I let him have it- and then he said I could have it back if I could get it away from him, and he held it out of my reach."
"So you tried to knock him down." Hekabe shook her head. "Hektor, you shouldn't be starting fights you can't win."
"But he had my knife! I couldn't leave it with him."
"You could have told me about it," said Hekabe. "I could have got it back for you."
Hektor shook his head mutely. He would sooner have died than turned to an adult for this, least of all his mother. He'd meant even to dress his own bruises and bandage the gash, which came of catching his head on a table-leg during the fight.
Hekabe sighed and sat back, looking at her boy. "Does he still have it?"
The knife was still with Aisakos, but Hektor said nothing until his mother went away.
The boy grimaced, but then he had already been grimacing, so that was nothing new. "I didn't start it," he protested. "He was the one who took my knife."
"Aisakos says you gave it to him." Hekabe looked at her son, a touch of worry in her dark eyes.
"Well, yes- at first," Hektor said. "He wanted a look, he said, so I let him have it- and then he said I could have it back if I could get it away from him, and he held it out of my reach."
"So you tried to knock him down." Hekabe shook her head. "Hektor, you shouldn't be starting fights you can't win."
"But he had my knife! I couldn't leave it with him."
"You could have told me about it," said Hekabe. "I could have got it back for you."
Hektor shook his head mutely. He would sooner have died than turned to an adult for this, least of all his mother. He'd meant even to dress his own bruises and bandage the gash, which came of catching his head on a table-leg during the fight.
Hekabe sighed and sat back, looking at her boy. "Does he still have it?"
The knife was still with Aisakos, but Hektor said nothing until his mother went away.
