The hot sun beat down on the people as the stand filled with commoners, nobles and the royals. Helen held her child as she took in the people around her. Menelaus was seated next to her and faced the heart of the auditorium.

The whispers in the crowd disappeared as two men were led into the open room and onto a wooden stage. The tattered clothes and trivial bodies did nothing to reflect the proud men they had once been.

Menelaus stood and faced the prisoners. His large, imposing figure commanded attention and the men below bowed their heads, shaking.

"You have been accused of conspiring against me and this kingdom. Your offense is punishable by death." A whimper rose from the former noble and advisor. "What have you to say in your defense?"

"Nothing, your highness. We never plotted to kill you or disservice you in any way. We have caused you grief and any punishment you find befitting is merciful on our souls."

Menelaus regarded the men in front of him with content. His deep voices captured the ears of the people once more.

"You will be stripped of your title and sent to Helot, where you will spend your lives working to repay your debt to the crown."

The men nodded, content with a lifetime of slavery over death. They were led out of the auditorium and the royals left as well. While more prisoners would filter through that day, Helen and Menelaus cared not for them.