"Thou hast foiled me, archer-god," answered Achilles, perceiving that
he had been tricked. "Thou hast robbed me of my prey, or many another
Trojan would have bitten the dust. I would make thee rue this wrong to
mine honour had I but the power." Then, like a fiery courser starting
in the race, he sped away towards the city, bent on high designs. Like
the red rays of that sultry star whose rising heralds in the fierce
heat of summer, the season of drought and fever, such was the bright
but fearful gleam which flashed from his armour as he ran.
Priam was the first who saw that ill-omened ray, from the place where
he stood, on the wall above the gate. And when he marked the
destroyer's approach he groaned aloud, and beat his head, and then,
stretching out his hands over the battlements, thus spake unto Hector,
beseeching him earnestly, and with tears: "O Hector, my son, my son,
remain not there, thus deserted and alone, to abide the coming of that
fearful man, seeing that he is mightier far than thou. He hath robbed
me of many a noble son, whom he hath killed or sold into captivity in
distant isles. Spare me this last and bitterest blow! Fling not thy
life away, to bring glory on Pelides, and on us sorrow and loss
unspeakable. Alas! will it never cease, the storm of misery which
rains without pause on this white, distracted head! No, I see them
flocking, the spectres of worse evils yet to come, sorrow on sorrow,
and woe on woe--murdered sons and daughters dragged into bondage, a
violated home, and little children dashed to the ground in the fury of
battle. Last scene of all--an old man slaughtered on his own
hearthstone, and the dogs who fed at his table and guarded his door now
maddened by sights and sounds of horror, and lapping his blood!"
The old man broke off, overpowered by the dark vision which his fancy
had conjured up; and the appeal was taken up by Hecuba, the venerable
Queen of Troy. "By this breast which nourished thee," she cried, "by
the sacred name of mother, I implore thee to abandon thy rash purpose.
Fly from this man, or he will slay thee, and dogs will devour thy flesh
in the Grecian camp."
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