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Homer’s Iliad
loom, your distaff, and the ordering of your servants; for war is
man’s matter, and mine above all others of them that have been
born in Ilius.”
He took his plumed helmet from the ground, and his wife went
back again to her house, weeping bitterly and often looking back
towards him. When she reached her home she found her maidens
within, and bade them all join in her lament; so they mourned
Hector in his own house though he was yet alive, for they deemed
that they should never see him return safe from battle, and from the
furious hands of the Achaeans.
Paris did not remain long in his house. He donned his goodly
armour overlaid with bronze, and hasted through the city as fast as
his feet could take him. As a horse, stabled and fed, breaks loose
and gallops gloriously over the plain to the place where he is wont
to bathe in the fair-flowing river- he holds his head high, and his
mane streams upon his shoulders as he exults in his strength and
flies like the wind to the haunts and feeding ground of the mareseven
so went forth Paris from high Pergamus, gleaming like
sunlight in his armour, and he laughed aloud as he sped swiftly on
his way. Forthwith he came upon his brother Hector, who was then
turning away from the place where he had held converse with his
wife, and he was himself the first to speak. “Sir,” said he, “I fear
that I have kept you waiting when you are in haste, and have not
come as quickly as you bade me.”
“My good brother,” answered Hector, you fight bravely, and no
man with any justice can make light of your doings in battle. But
you are careless and wilfully remiss. It grieves me to the heart to
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