Chapter 23 Volume 22

In this way, in the city of Troy, the soldiers who had fled like fawns, Wipe the sweat off my body, drink to my heart's content, and quench the thirst in my throat, relying on Thick city walls.Meanwhile, the Achaeans Put the shield on your shoulders and approach the parapet.However, Hector still stood by Ilion and Skaia In front of the gate, bound by the fate of death.actually, Phoebus Apollo shouted to the son of Peleus: "Why do you pursue me, son of Peleus, with swift steps?— You, a mortal, and I, the immortal god.you don't know yet Am I a god?Look at you in such a hurry, trying to chase me.

For you, the bitter struggle with the Trojans, who you drove to flight people, It doesn't seem to matter now - they're crowding the city and you're here I'm busy here. You cannot kill me; the fate of death has nothing to do with me! " The swift-footed Achilles, furious, cried out: "You thwarted me, Longshot, most murderous of the gods— If you hadn't led me away from the walls, here, trojans, Before he could escape from Ilion, he had already gnawed on the mud and dust! Now, you took away my great achievements and easily saved these people Trojans.You have no cares, no fear of the penalty of death—

If I have the courage, I must repay this vengeance! " After saying that, he strode away towards the castle, Strong and fierce, like a racehorse pulling a chariot, Spread the hooves easily, gallop on the comfortable plain—— Achilles strode forward, driving his knees and legs. The aged Priam was the first to see the swift Achilles, Flying legs over the plain, like the shining star, Rises at harvest time, twinkling light Far brighter than the stars that fill the night sky, People call it "Olyon's dog", among the stars Count it the brightest - though it's a bad omen,

Bring a fierce rush to the mortals in trouble. Just like that, the copper light flickered on his chest, accompanied by running legs. The old man howled loudly, raised his hands high, Strikes his head, cries out in mourning, Beseech the beloved son, who still stood at the gate In the front, determined to fight Achilles with madness. The old man stretched out his arms and prayed to him: "Hector, my beloved son, do not be alone and leave your companions, Stand and wait for that person's attack!You will fall into the hands of fate, Struck by the son of Peleus—a man far stronger than you,

A cold, rough warrior.May the love of the gods for him not More than I like him!Let him immediately die in the wilderness and become a dog and a dog The goal of rushing to eat, dispelling the pent-up sorrow in my heart! This man has taken my son, many brave sons, Either kill it, or sell it to a distant island.that is Now I have two lost sons, among the Trojans swarming the city, I see neither of them, Lauso-e-queen of women-- Lucaon and Polodorus who bore me.but, If they are still alive, in the enemy camp, I will use Gold and bronze redeemed them.Such things are treasured in the palace,

Artes, venerable old man, gave me a large dowry. If they both had died and gone to the Hades of Hades, their How much sorrow will be in my mother's heart and my heart--we are the ones who bore them! For the rest of the Trojans, however, the incident caused only short-lived sorrow, Unless you die too, at the hands of Achilles. Come back and go to town, my boy!rescue Trojan men and Trojan women, don't risk your life, Let the son of Peleus snatch this glorious battle feat! You also have to pity me, an old man, although I can still feel, But the disaster is imminent, when he has entered the old age of gray hair.father zeus

With the poisonous stick of fate, I will sweep away the rest of my life, and I have seen utter misfortune before my eyes Afterwards: son killed, daughter taken away and captured; Houses of treasure plundered, helpless children were thrown to the ground, and died in cruel and pitiless warfare; the Achaeans Will snatch away my son's daughter-in-law with bloody hands! In the end, bad luck will not let me go, the dogs in front of the house Will eat me alive—and to some Achaean, with a bronze sword Or the sharp spear, to snatch the life out of my body. I keep dogs in the hall, share my food, guard my

houses; then they will stick out their greedy tongues and lick my blood, Then lie down and rest in the courtyard of the family.A young man who died in battle, Everything about him seemed handsome and sublime, with lines scratched by sharp bronze Scars, lying on the ground, though dead, but revealing what the war left him glory.Yet when an old man is killed and left to be soiled by dogs, Dirty his gray beard and privates— In a painful life, what could be more desolate than this scene? ! " The old man begged bitterly, and grabbed the white hair on his head, He pulled it out by the roots, but he couldn't move Hector's heart.

Then his mother, standing beside Priam, began to cry, Let go of the chest of the robe with one hand, and grab one side of it with the other. Breast, weeping bitterly, cried out to him in winged words: "Hector, my child, have pity on you Mother, if I'd ever soothed your pain with these tits! Remember all this, beloved son, fight back within the walls That savage!Do not rush forward, as a warrior, with that Brutal guys fight!if he kills you i can't Mourning for you at the deathbed, and your generous wife—oh, a strong tree Sapling, my own son!away from us, in Beside the boats of the Achaeans, the swift-running dogs will tear you up and devour you! "

In this way, they burst into tears and begged Beloved son, but can't make him change his mind. He waited for Achilles, a tall figure, to rush towards him, Like a poisonous snake on a mountain, curled up by the hole, waiting for someone who walked towards him Ordinary people, after eating enough poisonous leaves, the mortal hatred is surging in their bodies, curled around the edge of the cave, eyes blazing menacingly—like this, Hector's chest was burning with an inextinguishable frenzy, and he refused to give up a step. Leaning the shining shield against a projecting wall, Unable to bear the disturbing annoyance, he said to his bold soul:

"The situation is not good, what should I do? If I slip into the city gate and the parapet now, Prudamus will bear the brunt of the insults— He advised me to return to the castle with the Trojans, in Yesterday, that accursed night, when the great Achilles returned to battle. I hadn't heeded his advice—otherwise, how could things have gotten so bad! Now, with my own recklessness, I have ruined my soldiers and people. Shame on me for the Trojans and the skirts Trojan women!Some kid inferior to me would say something like this: 'Hector blindly believed in his own strength and destroyed his soldiers! ' They will comment on it like this.Now, the best course of action When it is time to rush forward, either kill Achilles and return to the castle, Either be killed by him, in front of the city of Ilion. Perhaps, if I could put down the bulging shield and The heavy helmet, leaning against the parapet against my spear, To meet brave Achilles with bare hands, promised to return Helen and all belongings that belonged to her, Alexandros was transported back in a deep ship Everything about Troy—this was the accident that started the war. I will take it all to the sons of Atreus, and with the Achaeans Divide the treasures that are stored in the city equally, and do what we have; Then let the Trojan senators swear, Never hide anything, divide all property equally, divide equally All the treasures in this magnificent castle. Yet why so argue, my soul? I can't go forward like this, he won't pity me, won't respect me either; he'll kill me for this The defenseless body is like an unprotected woman, when I take off the armor! Now, instead of starting with an oak or a rock, whispering to him When you are like a girl and a boy who are talking about love, Young friends, yelling and whispering, love and talk a lot; Now is the time to fight, the sooner the better— I'd like to see which warrior Zeus will give glory to! " In this way, he weighed and waited on the spot, but Achilles was approaching aggressively, Like a god of war in battle, a warrior with a shining helmet, on his shoulders Tossing the dreadful Pelion spear, of (wood ash) wood The barrel of the gun, the brass armor shines, like The rising sun, the raging fire. Seeing this, Hector trembled all over, and dared not Waiting on the spot, Sata ran away, terrified; The son of Peleus followed closely, confident in his quick legs. Like a mountain hawk, the fastest bird in the world, Stretched wings, chasing after a wild pigeon, which trembled with fear, Slip from under it; the hawk pursues, screaming, Rush again and again, anxious, not wanting to catch—— And so, with fury, Achilles swooped on Hector, The latter quickly swung his legs and ran quickly along the walls of Troy. They ran past the lookout point, past the fig trees blown by the wind, Always run away from the wall, along the driveway, to On the edge of the two spring streams, clear water flows, and the two streams Fountains of gushing water curl the shores of Scamanders in crooked waves. A stream of scalding hot water, evaporating mist everywhere, It seems that there is a pot of fire buried in the bottom of the water, which keeps boiling it; The other, even in summer, is always cool with running water, cold as hail, Like the bone-piercing snow and the ice that freezes the running water. Here, near the two springs, there are some stone-hewn Sinks, wide and slippery, Trojan wives and beauties Daughters washed their shining robes in the trough, once upon a time, In days gone by, the sons of the Achaeans had yet to come to a time of peace. Right there, they ran after each other, one ran, the other chased, ran Although a strong fighter, but the man who is chasing quickly is even more amazing heroic.Can you run fast?They did not scramble over animals for sacrifice, Nor ox hides, prizes for winners in the race-- No, they ran as hard as they could for the life of Hector, the trainer! Like a swift-footed horse, sweeping the stakes around the bend, Running at the fastest speed, in order to compete for a weighty reward, a copper tripod Or a woman, at a funeral, in a chariot race honoring the dead— They walked quickly around the walls of Priam, Run three laps in a row.While all the gods were watching; The Father of God and man spoke first, saying: "Look what it is--a mortal I love, right under my nose, They were forced to run wildly around the city wall.I feel sorry for him with all my heart, Hector, how many ox haunches have been sacrificed to me, Sometimes Ida re-elected in the mountains, the ridges of the flat slopes, sometimes At the top of the castle.Now, great Achilles was chasing him, on his swift legs, along the castle of Priam. Use your brains, immortal gods, think it over, think it over, To get him out, or—in spite of his hustle—to strike him down, Let him die at the hands of Achilles son of Peleus. " After hearing these words, the gray-eyed goddess Athena said: "Father, Lord of Thunder and Dark Clouds, what did you say?! You intend to save him from a miserable death, a mortal, A mortal who was destined to die long ago? Do it, Father, but we and the gods will never agree. " After hearing these words, Zeus, who gathered the dark clouds, replied: "Do not be discouraged, Tritogneia, my beloved daughter. My words No serious intentions; I always have good intentions towards you. Go ahead and do whatever you want without procrastinating. " The words of Zeus encouraged Athena, who was already impatient, She set off hastily, and dashed down from the summit of Olympus. On the ground, swift Achilles pursued Hector, Unrelenting, like a hunting dog, chasing in the hills a jumping Nesting deer, hot on the heels, across ridges and gorges, Though the deer crouch under the bushes, The Hound came rushing, sniffing out his tracks, and charged— Just like that, Hector couldn't get rid of Peleus' swift son. Again and again he rushed to the gates of Dardania, Trying to approach quickly to build a strong wall, hoping that the city's Partners dropped guns like raindrops to rescue him from the desperate situation, But again and again Achilles blocked his way, Forced back to the plain, he always runs on the side close to the castle. Just like a scene in a dream: two people, chasing and running, always hard to catch, The latter cannot widen the distance, and the former cannot shorten the pursuit distance; therefore, Although the pursuer runs fast, he can never catch up with the patroller, and the fugitive can hardly escape the pursuer. persecution. How can Hector escape the pursuit of the spirit of death?why he Could—if Apollo hadn't stood for the last, yes, last time on his Beside, inject strength into him, make his knees and legs agile and comfortable? The excellent Archie Jones kept shaking his head at his sergeant, Let them not throw sharp spears at Hector, Lest others take away the glory and make him second. But when they ran for the fourth time to the edge of the two streams, The father took the gold balance and put two The weight of fate, the death that weighs down mortals, One is Achilles, the other is Hector, the master of horses, Then lift the middle of the beam, and Hector's doom weighs the pan down, toward The Hades of Hades tilted—while Phoebus Apollo departed from him. On the ground, the gray-eyed goddess Athena found the son of Peleus, Standing beside him, he spoke, in winged words: "Warrior so beloved by Zeus, mighty Achilles, our hope has come at last when it can be achieved.We'll kill Hector, even if he's war-crazed, Return to the ships of the Achaeans with great glory. Now, he can't escape our pursuit, Even if the long-range shooter Apollo is willing to take risks, Fell before our father, Zeus with Aegis. Stop chasing, stop and catch your breath; I'll go right away, Catch up with the guy and trick him into fighting you face to face. " After Athena said that, Achilles was very happy and obeyed. Stop your steps, leaning on the (wooden) wooden spear with a copper-pointed spear head on the pole. Athena departed from him and caught up with the great Hector, In the form of Deiphobus, imitating his tireless voice, stood beside Hector, and said to him in winged words: "Dear brother, you have suffered, persecuted by this cruel Achilles pursued, on his swift legs, along the walls of Priam. Come on, let us withstand his impact and repel his attack! " After hearing these words, tall Hector, with his shining helmet on his head, answered: "Deiphobos, until now you have been my favorite brother, Yes, of all the sons of Priam and Hecube! Now, I want to tell you that I respect and love you more than ever— See me in trouble, dare you rush out of the castle, in When others were hiding in the city, they risked their lives to help. " After hearing this, the gray-eyed goddess Athena replied: "It is so, my brother, our father and noble mother He took turns hugging my knees, begging for help, and my friends, Beg me to stay in the city - all of us are dumbfounded. However, my heart aches for your situation.Now, Let's go straight up, fight hard, don't begrudge what we have Spear.We'll see what happens, Achilles Kill us both, and return to the In the deep sea boat, he himself returned to the underworld, and died under your gun! " In this way, Athena's words deceived him. At that time, the two of them were walking towards each other, approaching aggressively; Hector, tall and with a shiny helmet, was the first to speak: "Enough, son of Peleus, I do not intend to run any further, as I did just now, Three circles in a row, around the magnificent castle of Priam, dare not compete with you.Now my mind drives me Fighting you face to face—right now, either you die or I die! Come here, we swear to God first, let these supreme Supreme circumstantial evidence, to watch over our vows.I swear, I will not rape your dead body, cruel though you are, if Zeus Let me wear you down and take your life. I will strip you of your glorious armor, Achilles, but after that, I will Return your body to the Achaeans.Swear, you'll treat me the same way. " After hearing this, the swift-footed Achilles stared at him viciously, and replied: "Don't talk about oaths to me, Hector, you can never expect my forgiveness! There will be no sworn pact between a man and a lion, Nor will there be common will between the wolf and the lamb, They are forever sworn enemies. Likewise, there is no love between you and me, nor will there be any Pledge of Oath——When one of the two falls to the ground, with blood Feed the god of war, before the guts of Ares, slashed from behind the shield! Come, with every ounce of your strength, in this hour of death, Prove that you're still a gunslinger, a fierce warrior! There is no escape for you; Pallas Athena will soon Kill you with my spear.Now, I want you to fully pay me back The sorrow of my companions, all the bravery killed by you, by your violent spear! " After saying that, he leveled the long spear of the falling shadow, and threw it with all his might, But glorious Hector's eyes were fixed on his move, and seeing him make a move, crouched to hide; the bronze spear flew over his shoulder, Stuck on the muddy ground.Pallas Athena draws her spear, Give back to Achilles; Hector the shepherd of soldiers knows nothing of this. Then Hector called out to the valiant son of Peleus: "You're screwed, look! So, godlike Achilles, you never Knowing my fate from Zeus, you are just making it up! You try to trick me with deceitful words by your cleverness, Make me afraid of you, drain my courage, and quench my passion for fighting! You cannot drive a spear into my shoulder - I will not turn and run; You can stab it in my chest, if the gods give you the chance, When I rush at you!Now, I want you to bow my bronze spear, May it plunge into your body from the beginning to the end, even without the rod! This war will be much easier for us, If you die, you, the greatest woe to the Trojans. " After saying that, he leveled the long spear of the falling shadow, and threw it with all his might, Hitting the shield of the son of Peleus, hit the center, but did not penetrate. Being blocked and ejected far away.Hector was angry in his heart, Annoyed that the quick gun thrown with vigorous arms ended in nothing. He stood numb, with a depressed expression, and there was no (wooden) wooden spear in his hand. He let go of his throat, and called Deiphobos, shield-faced and pale, He wanted to fetch a long and thick spear, but the latter was no longer by his side. At that moment, Hector realized the truth of the matter, and sighed: "It's over, it's all over! The gods have called me to my death at last. I thought Deiphobos the mighty man was near, but in fact He stayed in the city—Athena's coaxing blinded me. Hateful death is not far from me now, very near; escape Has become hopeless.It seems that a long time ago, today's ending is what they like to see Interesting thing, Zeus and his son who sent arrows far away, although before that, They often come to help.Now, I must die. But I can't die in a wimpy state without a struggle; No, I want to create a magnificent situation, so that future generations can hear my hero! " After saying that, he drew out the sharp sword across the side, broad and heavy, and bulging With the courage of the whole body, go straight to the attack, like an eagle fighting the sky, Out of the thick black clouds, swooping down on the plain, Catch a little helpless lamb or a trembling hare— Hector strikes bravely, sword brandishing, while Achilles And rushing forward, burning with savage rage, With a shield in front of his chest, and a splendid back, the caster Exquisite, shakes the shining cap, and bears four Hard horns, beautiful crowns, wobbly, made of solid gold, The handicraft of Hephaistos is inlaid beside the corner of the crown. With evil intentions to kill the great Hector, Achilles Waving a spear with his right hand, the tip of the spear shoots out a cold light, Like a star, through the starry night sky, Hespel, the star of the night, the brightest constellation in the sky. He scanned Hector's massive body with his eyes, looking for the best Attacking the part, but seeing his whole body armor wrapped, that pair of bright Bronze armor, the battle gift that was stripped after slaying the mighty Patroclus— Still, he finds a dew point where the bone joins the neck and shoulders. The position, the exposed throat, the quickest path to death in the human body.For this part, Great Achilles stabbed his spear, and when his opponent rushed towards him with rage, The point of the gun pierces the floppy neck, yet the heavy (Wooden Cen) Wooden spears and spears with copper tips, but they never cut off the trachea, Therefore, he can barely open his mouth to deal with it.Hector Collapsing in the dust, the great Achilles showed off loudly, facing his body: "No doubt, Hector, do you think that after killing Patroclus you can still All is well, for you need not be afraid of me, and I am far from where you are fighting. You stupid!You forgot, there is one, one far stronger than him Avenger, wait behind, beside the deep sea ship - this is I, Achilles, I have broken your strength!dogs and vultures will tear Thy flesh, dirty thy body; compared with thee, Patroclus shall receive The heavy funeral of the Achaeans! " After hearing these words, Hector with the shining helmet said in a weak voice: "Please, please, for your life, your knees and your parents' sake, Let the dogs not eat my body, beside this Achaean ship! You may collect great quantities of bronze and gold, from our abundant treasury, A heap of redemption, my father and noble mother will thrust into your hands. Return my body to my family - dead, Or let the Trojan men and their wives burn me. " Fast-footed Achilles stared at him viciously, and replied: "Don't beg anymore, you vicious dog, what do you say? Look at my knees and my parents. For sake!I really want to hold the passion and madness, so Cut off your flesh and eat it raw - you give me What pain it brought!No one can stop the pack of dogs Pounce on your corpse, even if it is sent ten times to me. Twenty times the redemption, even if more things were promised to me, Even if Priam son of Dardanus would give me Gold equal to your weight.No!All is useless; the mother who bore you, That noble lady will not have the opportunity to put you on the death bed and mourn for you; Dogs and vultures will eat you up and down! " Hector, exhaling weakly, said under the shiny helmet: "I know who you are and what fate will do to me. I know I can't convince you, because you have a heart as cold as iron. But, you also have to be careful, beware that my curse will bring you God resentment, some day in the future, paris and foipus apollo I will kill you in front of Skaya regardless of your bravery! " As soon as the words fell, the ultimate death had covered his body, The heart and soul drifted away from his limbs, and fell into the house of death, Mourning his fate, throwing away his youth and courageous life. Then, though he was dead, the great Achilles cried out to him: "Dead, you are dead! As for me, I will accept my death, in Zeus And any time the gods are willing to bring it to fruition! " After saying that, he pulled out the bronze spear from his body and put it on One side, peeling off the blood-stained armor, from the dead shoulder.The sons of the Achaeans ran around him, Gazing at Hector's body, strong and fit Physique, everyone uses the sharp weapon in their hands to add a new scar to the corpse, People looked at their companions and said: "Look, Hector is bigger now than he was before, bigger than he is The burning torches are so much more squishy when setting fire to the boat! " Just like that, they stood on the edge of the corpse, stabbing and talking about it. At that time, Achilles, the swift-footed warrior and excellent, had stripped everything from the dead man. Standing among the Achaeans, shouted the winged words: "Friends, chiefs and rulers of the Algives! Now, since the gods have let me kill him, this makes us The One Who Wounded by It - This one has done more evil than all other warriors Combined deeds—come, let us approach the walls, armed, Find out what the Trojans are going to do next, is Ready to give up the towering castle, seeing the man lying on the ground, Still want to stay still; although Hector is dead? Yet why argue with me, my soul? There is a dead man lying beside the ship, no one mourns, no burial, Patroclus, I will never forget him, never, As long as I am alive, as long as my knees can bend and bend! If it is said that living in the house of the god of death, the dead will forget the dead, but I But no, even in that place I will remember dear Patroclus. Come, sons of the Achaeans, let us sing aloud, Back to the deep sea ship, carrying this corpse! We have won glorious honor; we have slain Hector, A mortal man revered as a god by the Trojans in their city! " With such praise, he planned in his heart how to humiliate the glorious Hector. He pierced the dead man's tendons, behind the back of the foot, from the heel to the The part of the ankle bone is threaded into the rope cut out of the cowhide to connect the feet together, Strap on the chariot and let the dead stick to the ground with his head hanging upside down.Then, He climbed into the chariot, hoisted his glorious armor into the chariot, Raising the whip to urge the horse, the latter spread its hooves and galloped away without any reluctance. The horse galloped swiftly, and the flying dust rolled up around Hector, Floating in disorder, the whole head and face, once such a handsome and unrestrained face, Stumbled and bumped in the mud--Zeus had given him to Enemies, on the land of their hometown, let them desecrate and defile. Just like that, his head dragged on the ground, covered in mud and dust.On the tower, his mother Pulling out her hair, throwing her shiny turban far away, Looking at his own son, he wailed loudly.his beloved father, Shouting the mournful trombone, all the people around Weeping bitterly, the sound of mourning resounded in every corner of the city. This howling, this tragedy, it seems that the towering city of Troy has been completely destroyed. Die in the sea of ​​burning flames, from the top of the building to the root of the wall! Priam tried frantically to break out of the gates of Dardania, The old man could hardly be stopped by his men; he begged all People, writhing in the filth, shouting Everyone, neighing loudly, shouted: "I appreciate your kindness, but let me Go out of the city, alone, to the Achaean ships! I must pray to him face to face, to that cruel, violent man, And he might respect my age, feel pity for me— He had a father of his own, as old as I, Peleus, bear this son, and bring up the son of the Trojans disaster.He killed so many of my young and strong sons; He has brought me more sorrow than anyone else. I mourn the misfortune of every son but only the death of Hector Makes me miserable; a sorrow so strong that I Brought into the tomb of Hades!If only he would fall in my arms, so, The two of us, the mother who bore him—oh, wretched woman— Then you can cry and mourn with me! " Lao Wang mourned, tears streaming down his face, and the citizens wept together with him. Hecuba led the Trojan women and sang a mournful dirge: "Ah, my child; oh, my wretched woman! how shall I go on when thou art gone To live, with such grief! ?You, my pride, no matter the day and Night, in this city; you, pillar of the city, The backbone of Trojan men and Trojan women.they are like gods I respect you as much as I do; in life, you were their supreme Glory!Now, my son, death and fate have swallowed you up! " She lamented and burst into tears, but Hector's wife remained No bad news has been heard; there is no one here who can be trusted to come to the door and report Her husband stood outside the city gate, rejecting the news that the enemy was coming to battle. At that time, she was in a tall and deep house, and in the inner room, she made a dark red Double-layer skirt, weaving blooming flowers. She greets the maid in the room with her braided hair, Put firewood on a great cauldron, and make Hector Going home from the war and being able to take a bath with hot water—— Poor woman, how did she know, away from scalding hot water, The husband was dead at the hands of Achilles, struck down by gray-eyed Athena. At that time, she had heard the cries and wailing from the wall, I couldn't help my legs trembling, the shuttle slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground. Then she called to the maid with the beautiful braids, and said: "Come on, you two, come with me; I want to see what's going on outside. I have heard the cry of Hector's noble mother; my legs Insensitive, my heart and soul have jumped into my throat.I know, A misfortune is befalling the sons of Priam! May this news never reach my ears; yet I never Worrying in his heart that the mighty Achilles might cut off his way back, Drive brave Hector, alone, from the castle to the plain. He is afraid that Hector's reckless arrogance has completely dissipated-it always Hanging around my husband-in-law—he never stays behind, gathers with the brigade, Instead, he rushed forward from a distance, carrying madness, and no one paid attention to him! " After saying that, she rushed out of the palace like a mad woman, With a beating heart, he led two waitresses and followed her closely. She came quickly to the tower, where the warriors gathered, Stopped, stood by the wall, looked around, and found her husband Being dragged before the castle, the galloping rein He dragged him to run wildly, towards the deep sea ship of the Achaeans. Andromache suddenly felt the darkness before his eyes, Fainting backwards, breathing out the soul breath of life, throwing Shiny tiara, flung far away, Crown strips, headbands, drawstrings and finely woven The turban, gift of the golden Aphdite, Presented on the day she was taken away by her husband--Hector with the shining helmet He took her away from the house of Ertion, and gave her countless dowry gifts. At that time, her husband's sisters and brother's wives stood around her, Lift her up among them: Andromache is now on the brink of death. However, when she struggled to regain her breath and life returned to her body, She let go of her throat, and wept among the Trojan women: "Oh, ruin, Hector; ruin, my everything! You and I were born together A fate—you, in Troy, the house of Priam; I, In Sebe, at the foot of wooded Prakos, Ertion's house; he loved me and loved me when I was little. Alas, ill-fated Ethion, wretched me—if he had not raised me Education, withstood the pounding of life. Now, you go to the house of death, the dark earth Depths, leave me here in howling grief, The widow in the palace guards the baby boy, You and my offspring, a pair of unfortunate people!you can't help him, Hector, for you are dead and he cannot help you. Even if he escaped this wretched war, the Achaean onslaught, The days to come will surely be full of hardships and pains. Others will take his land, poor orphan Life can make it hard for him to make friends his own age.he, Our boy, always hanging his head, weeping all day long, Hungry, to find my father's old companion, Pulling this man's cloak, clutching that man's shirt, Somebody's mercy—somebody's gonna give him a little drink, Just enough to moisten his lips, but not to soothe the thirst of his throat; Some kid whose parents are still alive, will knock him out of the party, While throwing his fists, he opened his mouth and cursed: 'Get out!Your father is not here to feast, join us! ' With tears in his eyes, the boy walked to his widowed mother—— My Astuanax!Once upon a time, sitting on my father's lap, You only eat the marrow and the fattest fat of the lamb. After playing enough, when sleep fell, he would Lying in the nurse's arms in a daze, on the soft Make the bed and sleep contentedly.Now, Losing his dear father, he will suffer, he, The Trojans called him Astyanacus, 'lord of the city', For you alone guard the gates and the long walls. But now, far from your parents, you lie beside the warped ship; Tired reptiles, after hungry dogs have eaten your flesh, Eat your naked body, though in your house, stacked Exquisite workmanship, beautiful and gorgeous shirts, boutiques handmade by women. Now I'll set them on fire, burn them clean— You'll never wear them again without wrapping your body in them. Let the clothes turn into fire, as a libation to you from Trojan men and women! " She lamented her true feelings and burst into tears; the women mourned mournfully and responded with crying and reciting.