Story of Greece: Told to Boys and Girls

<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII<br/> <span class="subhead">HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE</span></h2></div> <p class="in0"><span class="firstword">The</span> gods were angry with Aphrodite because she had hidden Paris from the king, and they determined that, in spite of their oath, the two armies should again begin to fight.</p> <p>So Athene was sent to the Trojan hosts, disguised as one of themselves. In and out among the soldiers she paced, until at length she spoke to one of them, bidding him draw his bow and wound Menelaus.</p> <p>The soldier obeyed, and the arrow, guided by Athene, reached the king, yet was the wound but slight.</p> <p>When the Greeks saw that the Trojans had disregarded their oath, they were full of wrath, and seizing their arms they followed their chiefs to battle. ‘You had thought them dumb, so silent were they,’ as they followed. But as the Trojans looked upon the enemy there arose among them a confused murmur as when ‘sheep bleat without ceasing to hear their lambs cry.’</p> <p>Fierce and yet more fierce raged the battle. Valiant deeds were done on both sides, but when Hector saw that the Greeks were being helped by the gods, he left the battlefield and hastened to the city.</p> <p>At the gates, wives and mothers pressed around him, eager to hear what had befallen their husbands, their sons. But Hector tarried only to bid them go pray to the gods.</p> <p>On to the palace he hastened to find Hecuba, his mother. She, seeing him come, ran to greet him and to beg of him to wait until she brought honey-sweet wine, that he might pour out an offering to Zeus, and himself drink and be refreshed.</p> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">42</span></p> <p>But Hector said, ‘Bring me no honey-sweet wine, my lady-mother, lest thou cripple me of my courage and I be forgetful of my might. But go thou to the temple with all thy women, to offer gifts to Athene and to beseech her aid.’</p> <p>Then leaving his mother, Hector went to the house of Paris, and bitterly did he rebuke him, because he was not in the forefront of the battle.</p> <p>‘Stay but till I arm and I will go with thee,’ answered Paris. But Hector heeded him not, for he was in haste to find his dear wife Andromache and their beautiful boy, Skamandriss. By the people the child was called Astyanax, the City King, for it was his father who guarded Troy.</p> <p>Andromache was not in their house, but on the wall of the city, watching the battle, fearing lest harm should befall her lord. With her was her little son, in the arms of his nurse.</p> <p>Hector dared not linger to search for his wife, but as he hastened back to the gates she saw him and ran to bid him farewell ere he returned to battle.</p> <p>Close to his side she pressed, and her tears fell as she cried:</p> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse indentsq">‘Too brave! thy valour yet will cause thy death.</div> <div class="verse indent0">Thou hast no pity on thy tender child,</div> <div class="verse indent0">Nor me, unhappy one, who soon must be</div> <div class="verse indent0">Thy widow. All the Greeks will rush on thee</div> <div class="verse indent0">To take thy life. A happier lot were mine</div> <div class="verse indent0">If I must lose thee to go down to earth,</div> <div class="verse indent0">For I shall have no hope when thou art gone—</div> <div class="verse indent0">Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,</div> <div class="verse indent0">And no dear mother....</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse indent30">Hector, thou</div> <div class="verse indent0">Art father and dear mother now to me,</div> <div class="verse indent0">And brother and my youthful spouse besides,</div> <div class="verse indent0">In pity keep within the fortress here,</div> <div class="verse indent0">Nor make thy child an orphan nor thy wife</div> <div class="verse indent0">A widow.’</div> </div></div> </div> <p>But Hector, though he dearly loved his wife, could not shrink from the battle. As Andromache ceased to plead<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">43</span> with him, he held out his arms to his little son, but the child drew back in fear of the great plumes that waved on his father’s shining helmet.</p> <p>Then Hector took off his helmet and laid it on the ground, while he caught his child in his arms and kissed him, praying Zeus and all the gods to defend him.</p> <p>Andromache gazed pitifully at her husband as, at length, he gave the child to its nurse, and he seeing her great grief, took her hand and said:</p> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse indentsq">‘Sorrow not thus, beloved one, for me.</div> <div class="verse indent0">No living man can send me to the shades</div> <div class="verse indent0">Before my time; no man of woman born,</div> <div class="verse indent0">Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.</div> <div class="verse indent0">But go thou home and tend thy labours there,</div> <div class="verse indent0">The web, the distaff, and command thy maids</div> <div class="verse indent0">To speed the work. The cares of war pertain</div> <div class="verse indent0">To all men born in Troy, and most to me.’</div> </div></div> </div> <p>Then springing into his chariot, Hector drove swiftly back to the field of battle.</p> <hr /> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">44</span></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />