’So Hector went down the street and came to the gate where we were, and Andromache his wife came to meet him.  With her was the nurse who carried the little child that the folk of the city named Astyanax, calling him, ‘King of the City’ because his father was their city’s protector.  Hector stretched out his arms to the little boy whom the nurse carried.  But the child shrank away from him, because he was frightened of the great helmet on his father’s head with its horse-hair crest.  Then Hector laughed and Andromache laughed with him, and Hector took off his great helmet and laid it on the ground.  Then he took up his little son and dandled him in his arms, and prayed, “O Zeus, greatest of the gods, grant that this son of mine may become valiant, and that, like me, he may be protector of the City and thereafter a great King, so that men may say of him as he returns from battle, ’Far greater is he than was Hector his father.’” Saying this he left the child back in his nurse’s arms.  And to Andromache, his wife, who that day was very fearful, he said “Dear one, do not be over sorrowful.  You urge me not to go every day into the battle, but some days to stay behind the walls.  But my own spirit forbids me to stay away from battle, for always I have taught myself to be valiant and to fight in the forefront."’

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’So he said and he put on his helmet again and went to order his men.  And his wife went towards the house, looking back at him often and letting her tears fall down.  Thou knowst from Menelaus’ story what triumphs Hector had thereafter—­how he drove the Greeks back to their ships and affrighted them with his thousand watch-fires upon the plain; how he drove back the host that Agamemnon led when Diomedes and Odysseus and Machaon the healer were wounded; how he broke through the wall that the Greeks had builded and brought fire to their ships, and how he slew Patroklos in the armour of Achilles.’

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King Priam on his tower saw Achilles come raging across the plain and he cried out to Hector, “Hector, beloved son, do not await this man’s onset but come within the City’s walls.  Come within that thou mayst live and be a protection to the men and women of Troy.  And come within that thou mayst save thy father who must perish if thou art slain."’

’But Hector would not come within the walls of the City.  He stood holding his shield against a jutting tower in the wall.  And all around him were the Trojans, who came pouring in through the gate without waiting to speak to each other to ask who were yet living and who were slain.  And as he stood there he was saying in his heart, “The fault is mine that the Trojans have been defeated upon the plain.  I kept them from entering the City last night against the counsel of a wise man, for in my pride I thought it would be easy to drive Achilles and the Greeks back again and defeat them