[Sounds of confusion in the courtyard. Suddenly she springs to her feet and yells at the top of her voice.]
Tsumu. He was Paris, Prince of Troy!
[They all start back. Analytikos stumbles into a seat. Menelaus turns pale. Tsumu leers like a black Nemesis.]
Analytikos [very ominously]. Who can read the secret of the Fates?
Menelaus [frightened]. What do you mean?
Analytikos. He is the son of Priam, King of Troy.
Tsumu [adding fuel]. And of Hecuba, Queen of the Trojans.
[She rushes out to spread the news.]
Analytikos. That makes the matter international.
Menelaus [quickly]. But we have treaties with Troy.