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    They were in a large, paved square, dimly lit by flaming torches and surrounded by buildings. In the centre of the square, close to the wooden horse, was an enormous, gurgling fountain. Long black shadows covered the ground like giant slugs.
    â€œWhat are those?” Tom whispered. He squinted in the flickering firelight. The shadows were snoring. “Sleeping soldiers!”
    Isis yelped and grabbed Tom’s arm.
    â€œAargh!” cried Tom.
    Standing only moments away from where he and Isis had landed, Tom saw a gang of Trojan soldiers. They were swaying slightly and seemed to be propping each other up. In their hands, they held jugs of wine. Open-mouthed and bleary-eyed, they stared up at the trapdoor, watching in silence as the Greeks dropped out of the horse’s belly.
    The silence didn’t last for long.
    â€œAttack! Attack!” the Trojan soldiers cried. “Raise the alarm! Seize your weapons!”
    The Trojan soldiers charged towards the Greeks, with deadly looking spears outstretched.
    â€œWe’ve got to get out of here!” Isis shouted.
    She skipped nimbly over a snoring Trojan and hid behind a column. “But first I must let poor Fluffpot out of this horrible bag,” she said, loosening the drawstrings.
    With a delighted yowl, Cleo leaped out of the sack. She stretched and twitched her whiskers, then strutted off. After a short distance she turned to meow at Tom and Isis.
    â€œI think she wants us to follow her,” Tom said. He looked back to see three Trojans running towards them with their daggers drawn.
    â€œRun!” Isis shouted.
    Cleo sprang away towards the far side of the square. Tom and Isis followed, hurdling drunken Trojans and dodging Greek arrows meant for the startled city guards.

    Pretty soon they found themselves sprinting down dingy, narrow alleys, lit only by the glow of the full moon.
    Tom peered up at crumbling buildings. The narrow windows seemed to be watching him. Ragged, grotty clothes hung from the window ledges.
    Cleo slowed down. She padded past battered-looking doors and rubbish-strewn steps. A deep gutter carried stinky black liquid down the length of the alley.
    Isis wrinkled her nose in the moonlight. “It’s kind of grotty round here,” she said.
    â€œWhat do you expect, Princess?” Tom said. “They’ve been under siege for the past ten years!” He stopped and stood still. “Listen!”
    Isis held her hand to one ear. The only sound was the distant crashing of the sea against the shore. “I don’t hear anything,” she said, frowning.
    â€œExactly!” Tom exclaimed. “No fighting!”
    Isis grinned at her pet in the silvery moonlight. “Clever Cleo brought us to a safe part of the city.”
    Walking a little further, they came across a deep hole set into the thick city wall.
    â€œI’m pretty sure this is some kind of alcove,” Tom said, looking at the hiding place. “If you’re tired, we can sit here and rest a minute.”
    â€œTired? Pah! Not a chance!” Isis said, still panting after their sprint. “Don’t blame
me
if you need to rest your wimpy boy bones. I’m going to keep going and find King Priam.”
    Tom ignored her and removed his helmet. “If we’re going to survive, we’d better start looking like Trojans. Take off your helmet.”
    â€œAll right! Stop bossing me around, Professor Smartypants.”
    As Isis tugged her plaits free of her plumed Greek army helmet, Tom heard footsteps approaching. He pulled Isis and Cleo into the shadows of the alcove. A boy tottered into view. He was carrying a huge pile of logs that looked far too heavy for him. Despite that, he was whistling a merry tune.
    â€œDo you think he’s dangerous?” Isis asked. “Could he be a spy?”
    â€œDon’t be ridiculous! He’s just a kid,” Tom whispered to Isis. “Maybe he can help us.”
    Tom