Just before Dawn. Before the collapsing walls of defeated Troy. Three or four hastily improvised huts, one larger than all the others. Behind the walls we see smoke rising and the occasional flare of flames. Intermittent sounds of buildings crashing and of screams of horror. Around the stage are scattered ruins of statues and building materials. For a few moments shadows of frightened people run in front of the walls and between the huts. A small, blood-spattered altar lies toppled at SR. In front of the larger hut we can just make out the shape of a woman’s body lying on the ground, sleeping. It is that of Hekabe. A dim moonlight reveals Poseidon.