"Patroclus, Agatha! Come out of the water, it is time for supper. You too, Husband!"

I watched Achilles take our little Agatha into his arms and carry her back to shore with Patroclus running as fast as he could back to the house.

"Father taught me how to catch fish—with just my hands!" Patroclus said excitedly, waving his hands about.

"But I do not see any of the fish you caught," I replied while drying him off.

Little Patroclus shook his head, making his golden locks fall into his equally golden eyes. "I caught one, but then it fell out of my hands."

"Ah, but your father will help you fish again tomorrow…"I told him and turned my attention to the man himself. "Will you not, my love?"

"Yes, and Agatha will continue her shell collection, I believe," he said, setting her down alongside her brother. "You can show your grandmother the shells you got today after supper, alright?"

"Then I can show Uncle and Auntie tomorrow!" She exclaimed, and then turned her attention back to the shells she held tight in her small hands.

"Come inside then, Little Ones," I said, and Agatha, still staring at the shells, almost ran into my stomach. "Agatha, do be careful; you could hurt your little brother or sister."

Immediately her dark brows knitted together in distress and she kissed my swollen stomach apologetically. I smiled at her actions and then ushered her inside the house.

I was about to go inside myself, but a lost wanderer on horseback stopped me, as well as Achilles, from doing so.

"My sincerest apologies for disturbing your evening, but I am trying to find the home of Acacius the stonemason. Do you know where I might find him?" The wanderer asked.

"I believe he lives just past the inlet, and to the left," Achilles mentioned, motioning with his hand.

"A thousand blessings to you," the wanderer replied, smiling. "Acacius is my brother-in-law. He also told me that this is one town over from where the great Achilles lived, is that true? The warrior who was rumoured to be killed by an arrow through the heel and then fell into the sea during the battle of Troy? I would not normally continue to bother perfectly decent strangers like you, but my brother-in-law can be quite the liar…"

Before he answered, Achilles looked back at me and smiled slyly. "On this occasion he has told the truth."

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: And that concludes the story. Thank you all so much for supporting me these last few years. If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to message me. Hope you all have enjoyed coming on this journey with me.)