The first arrow struck the watchman before he could shout.
He fell from the wooden platform, taking the torch with him. It landed in the dry grass and rolled beneath a cart.
"Now," Hector said.
The Trojan soldiers moved.
They had approached the Greek supply camp without banners or horns. Their shields were covered in dark cloth, and the horses had been left behind at the final slope. Only a few torches burned among them.
Paris raised his bow.
The first guard reached for his spear. Paris's arrow struck the ground between the man's feet. The guard stumbled back, and two Trojan soldiers rushed past him toward the oil carts.
"Cut the ropes!" Hector shouted.
Men ran between the stacked timber and the wagons. Axes struck wood. Knives sawed through thick ropes holding the siege materials together.
Paris released another arrow.
A Greek soldier lifted a horn to his lips. The arrow struck his hand. The horn fell before he could use it.
