By and by came Eutyches and spoke again with her, saying, "Lady, I fear me thou didst not use my remedy aright."
She heard him in a stare, and answered in a dry voice, "I fear so too."
Then said Eutyches, "There is but one way to use it. So shalt thou be free from pain and sorrow of heart." She would not look at him, but he knew that she understood his thought. "If thou wilt swear to me by Artemis the Bright," he said, "that thou wilt never use it against thyself, I will put another remedy on thy knees, lady."
She swore it; and he fetched her a sword, and put it on her knees. That night, in the dark, she slew her husband Menelaus, as he lay asleep by her side; and she knew that he was dead because, after groaning once, he neither moved nor stirred, and because his foot which was upon her ankle was heavy as lead.
Then came Eutyches in with a torch, and asked her if all was well. She told him what she had done; and Eutyches came close with the torch and saw that the King was dead. Then he said, "Before dawn we must depart, thou and I."
She said, "Where can I go? What will become of me?"
He gazed upon her, saying, "I will love thee for ever, as I have these twelve years and more."
She said to him, "I will go now if thou wilt help me, Eutyches."
He said, "I will help thee when I can."