| You are still PATROCLUS. Hector is wearing your helmet. Your spear is broken. Apollo has loosened your breastplate. As you stand there dazed, a man called Euphorbus spears you in the back. He runs away, too scared to face you, even now. You try to slink back among the Myrmidons. But now it is Hector's turn. His spear goes clean through your belly, and you fall, like a boar downed by a lion at a stream where both wished to drink. As Hector exults, you tell him he was only the third to kill you... |
