The report ca at the second hour after midnight.
Not one report — three, arriving within the span of an hour from three separate watch stations along the northern coastal extension. Hector had chosen the stations himself when he implented the expansion: positioned at intervals that would reveal whether sightings were isolated or connected. Three stations reporting simultaneously ant connected.
Fylon brought the first two to Lysander’s quarters. He had the specific quality he sotis had at night — the contained urgency of a man who had decided the information could not wait for dawn.
He said: *"Northern watch. Three stations."*
Lysander was already sitting up.
*"Tell ."*
*"First station — two hours’ ride north. A large number of open boats sighted moving south along the coastline. The watcher counted more than thirty before the darkness made counting unreliable. Moving steadily. Not stopping."*
*"The second."*
*"Three hours’ ride north. Sa report, sa boats, twenty minutes earlier. The sa movent — they passed that station first and are now passing the first."*
*"They are moving south. Toward Troy."*
*"Yes. The third station is at the five-hour mark — the furthest extension. Their report ca first and I brought it last because I needed to read all three together to understand what they were saying."*
He held out the third tablet.
Lysander read it.
The furthest station had been watching for four hours before sending the report. They had counted the boats carefully, waiting until the full picture was clear before dispatching the runner. The number they recorded was not thirty.
It was more than eighty.
---
Hector had the patrol ready in fifteen minutes.
Not the full garrison — the coastal interdiction formation, the one built for rapid movent along the track. Miros near the front, positioned where he placed himself habitually. Twenty-four n. Lysander ca through the gate in his training armor and Hector looked at him once and said nothing, which ant: yes.
They moved north at speed.
The pre-dawn was dark and the coastal track was familiar ground — they had run this route twice in drills since the watch extension was established. The horses carried the scouts ahead; the patrol ran behind.
Four miles north they found the first boats.
---
Not what Hector’s formation had been built for.
The boats were pulled up on the beach — not approaching, not maneuvering, not the posture of a force intent on movent inland. They were stopped. The people in them had co ashore and were sitting or standing in the way of people who had been moving for a long ti and had reached a point where they could not move further without knowing what was ahead.
Lysander counted quickly.
Thirty-one boats on this section of beach. Each one carrying between four and eight people — families, the composition visible even in the pre-dawn. Children. Old n. Won with bundles that contained everything they had thought to carry. A few young n who watched the patrol arrive with the specific stillness of people who had already calculated that resistance was not available to them.
Hector stopped the formation fifty yards back.
He stood and looked.
He said nothing for a long mont.
Then he said to Miros, quietly: *"Periter. Not aggressive. They should see us as a boundary, not an attack."*
*"Yes."*
Miros moved the formation into the position they had never drilled for — because this position had not existed in any scenario they had imagined. A boundary. A presence. Not an enclosure.
Hector walked forward alone.
Lysander walked with him.
---
The man who ca to et them was perhaps fifty — older than most of the others, with the bearing of soone who had organized people in difficult circumstances before and had taken on the role again because soone needed to.
He spoke in a dialect Lysander had heard in the eastern trade records — a coastal variant, one of the Anatolian linguistic families that had been part of Troy’s extended comrcial world for generations.
Lysander understood perhaps two words in three.
He translated for Hector as best he could.
The man said they had been moving for six weeks. They had co from a settlent three days’ sail east — the settlent was gone. Not burned, he said carefully. Simply gone. The people who had been there before them had left and the people behind them had co and there was nothing left that made staying possible.
They had been following the coast because the coast was a direction.
They did not know where they were going.
They had heard there was a city here. A large city with walls.
Hector said: *"Tell him we see them. Tell him no one will be hard here tonight."*
Lysander translated as well as he could.
The man looked at Hector for a long mont.
He said sothing that Lysander translated slowly: *"He says — thank you for speaking rather than moving."*
Hector said nothing.
He turned and walked back to the formation.
He said to Miros: *"Dawn. We hold the periter until dawn. Then I need to speak with Priam before we do anything further."*
*"Yes."*
Hector looked at the beach.
Thirty-one boats. Between four and eight people each.
One section of coast.
The watch stations had reported more than eighty boats in total.
---
They held the periter until dawn.
Lysander walked the line twice during the hours of waiting. The people on the beach lit small fires — cooking fires, the fires of families who had been doing this for six weeks and knew how to make a camp out of a stopping point. The sll of it ca across the beach: woodsmoke and sothing being cooked, the specific sll of people trying to make an ordinary thing out of an extraordinary situation.
He thought about what the man had said.
*The settlent was gone. Not burned. Simply gone.*
He thought about ron’s eastern villages. Empty six months ago. Not attacked — departed.
The sa pattern from two directions. The departure preceded the arrival. The communities that had been here before these people had already left, and the people filling the space behind them had moved forward until they reached the coast and could not move further.
*A tide that has already co in,* he thought. *We are standing in it.*
At dawn Hector sent a rider to Priam.
He sent Lysander with the rider.
---
Priam received him in the briefing room.
He was already dressed — which ant the night watch at the palace had told him sothing was happening before Hector’s rider arrived. He had been waiting for the report.
Lysander told him what they had found. Thirty-one boats on one section of coast. More than eighty boats total along the northern extension. Families. No weapons formation. A man who spoke a coastal Anatolian dialect and said they had been moving for six weeks.
Priam listened.
He said: *"The coastal village assessnt. You said two weeks."*
*"It was completed yesterday. I was going to bring it today."*
*"Bring it now."*
Lysander had the docunt with him — he had taken it from his office on the way to the briefing room because he had understood, when the night reports arrived, that the assessnt and the beach were the sa conversation.
Priam read it.
The assessnt covered every village within a day’s ride of the city walls. For each one: population, infrastructure, current supply role, what an organized relocation would require in ti and resources, what administrative framing would be most credible.
Arsini had written the supply section. It was the clearest part of the docunt.
Priam read for ten minutes without speaking.
He said: *"The three villages on the northern coastal track. These are the ones the assessnt flags as highest priority."*
*"Yes. They are directly on the route the boats are following."*
*"How long to begin the administrative relocation."*
*"Arsini estimates two weeks to prepare the framing and the receiving locations inland. Then four to six weeks for the actual movent, done in stages so it reads as a supply reorganization rather than an evacuation."*
*"Begin."*
*"Yes."*
*"The people on the beach. Tonight they need water and they should not be closer to the city walls than the current periter."*
*"Hector has the periter."*
*"Tell Hector I will co to him this afternoon. I want to see it myself."*
Lysander looked at him.
*"Yes,"* he said.
Priam set the assessnt down.
He said: *"Arsini’s supply analysis. The reserves."*
*"Eight months. If the harbor remains partially operational. Six if it becos unreliable entirely."*
*"Eight months."*
*"Yes."*
*"Is that enough."*
Lysander said: *"I do not know how long the pressure will last. Eight months is what we have."*
Priam was quiet.
He said: *"Then we work with eight months and build toward more."*
He stood.
*"Go back to Hector. Tell him I am coming."*
---
Walking back through the palace Lysander thought about the man on the beach.
*Thank you for speaking rather than moving.*
He thought about what that sentence ant — what it said about every other place this man had arrived at before Troy’s coast. The places that had moved without speaking. The places where the patrol had not held the periter and waited for dawn.
He thought about thirty-one boats on one section of coast.
He thought about eighty boats total.
He thought about what Cassandra had said: *Much larger than what you described.*
He picked up his shard.
Eight hundred and ninety-four words.
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