with the Greeks was the victory. So then
did Andromache, like one frenzied, hasten with her child and his nurse
to the walls that she might see somewhat of what befell. There, on the
tower, she stands now, weeping and wailing."

Back through the streets by which he had come then hastened Hector.
And as he drew near the gates, Andromache, who had spied him from
afar, ran to meet him.

As, hand clasped in hand, Andromache and Hector stood, Hector looked
silently at the beautiful babe in his nurse's arms, and smiled.

Astyanax, "The City King," those of Troy called the child, because it
was Hector his father who saved the city.

Then said Andromache:

"Dear lord, thy courage will bring thee death. Hast thou no pity for
this babe nor for thy wife, who so soon shall be thy widow? Better
would it be for me to die if to thee death should come. For if I lose
thee, then sorrow must for evermore be mine. No father nor mother have
I, and on one day were my seven brothers slain. Father and mother and
brother art thou to me, Hector, and my dear loved husband as well.
Have pity now, and stay with thy wife and thy little child."

"All these things know I well, my wife," answered Hector, "but black
shame would be mine were I to shrink like a coward from battle. Ever
it hath been mine to be where the fight was fiercest, and to win glory
for my father's name, and for my own. But soon will that glory be
gone, for my heart doth tell me that Troy must fall. Yet for the
sorrows of the Trojans, and of my own father and mother and brethren,
and of the many heroes that must perish, grieve I less bitterly than
for the anguish that must come upon thee on that day when thou no
longer hast a husband to fight for thee and a Greek leads thee away a
prisoner. May the earth be heaped up high above me ere I hear thy
crying, Andromache!"

So spake Hector, and stretched out his arms to take his boy.

But from his father's bronze helmet with its fiercely nodding plume of
horsehair the babe shrank back in terror and hid his face in his
nurse's breast. Then did the little City King's father and his sweet
mother laugh aloud, and on the ground Hector laid his helmet, and
taking his little son in his arms he kissed him and gently dandled
him. And as he did so, thus Hector prayed to Zeus and all the gods:

"O Zeus and all ye gods, grant that my son may be a brave warrior and
a great king in Troyland. Let men say of him when he returns from
battle, 'Fa