Identifier: storyofiliad00chur (find matches)
Title: The story of the Iliad
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Church, Alfred John, 1829-1912 Homer. Iliad Flaxman, John, 1755-1826, illustrator
Subjects: Achilles (Greek mythology) Mythology, Greek Trojan War
Publisher: New York : Macmillan Company London : Macmillan & Co., Ltd.
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ily Zeus hath ordained 86 THE STORY OF THE ILIAD. for us an evil fate, so that our story shall besung in days that are yet to come. But Hector said: Ask me not to rest, forI am eager to help the men of Troy, for verilytheir need is sore. But do thou urge thy hus-band that he overtake me while I am yetwithin the city, for now I go to my home thatI may see my wife and my little son, because Iknow not whether I shall return to them again. So Hector departed and went to his ownhome, seeking his wife Andromache, but foundher not, for she was on a tower of the wallwith her child and her childs nurse, weepingsore for fear. And Hector spake to themaids: — Tell me, whither went the white-armedAndromache; to see some sister-in-law, or tothe temple of Athene with the mothers ofTroy? Nay, said an aged woman, keeper of thehouse. She went to one of the towers ofthe wall, for she had heard that the Greekswere pressing our people hard. She hastedlike as she were mad, and the nurse carriedthe child.
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HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE. 87 So Hector ran through the city to the Scaeangates, and there Andromache spied him, andhasted to meet him — Andromache, daughterof King Eetion, of Thebe-under-Placus. Andwith her was the nurse, bearing the youngchild on her bosom—Hectors only child,beautiful, headed as a star. His father calledhim Scamandrius, after the river, but the sonsof Troy called him Astyanax, the City-King,because it was his father who saved the city.Silently he smiled when he saw the child, butAndromache clasped his hand and wept, andsaid: — O Hector, thy courage will bring thee todeath. Thou hast no pity on thy wife andchild, but sparest not thyself, and all theGreeks will rush on thee and slay thee. Itwere better for me, losing thee, to die; for Ihave no comfort but thee. My father is dead,for Achilles slew him in Thebe — slew himbut spoiled him not, so much he reverencedhim. With his arms he burnt him, and themountain-nymphs planted poplars about hisgrave. Seven brethren I

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