The Greeks did not attack.
Day one after the beach landing. Lysander stood on the northern wall at dawn, waiting for ladders. None came. Day two. He stood again. The Greek camp was busy — but not with assault preparations. With construction.
Timber and earth. A palisade rising on the flat ground between the beach and Troy's northern wall. Close enough to see the men working. Far enough to be out of bowshot. They dug a ditch first. Then drove logs side by side, lashing them, packing mud between. Behind the palisade, archer platforms. Behind the platforms, supply roads. Behind the roads, barracks.
Agamemnon was not storming the city. He was sealing it. The fleet blocked the harbour entrance. The palisade blocked the land. No ships in. No trade out. No food.
"He is building a wall around our wall," Hector said.
"Yes."
"The fleet blocks the strait. The palisade blocks the north. We are sealed."
