The war moved into its tenth year, and the two armies stood facing each other on the plain. That day began unlike the others.
One man walked out in front from the Trojan side. It was Paris, wrapped in a leopard skin. He shouted for anybody from Greece to come out.
Menelaus jumped down from his chariot, and the face he had been hunting for ten years was in front of him. Paris drew back the moment he saw him.