| You are HECTOR. Outwardly you seem determined, and stand there hard and unflinching. But inwardly you are a mess of doubt and indecision. You would actually rather face Achilles than admit your failure to Polydamas and the other Trojans. If you fight him, you'll either win glory or die. Could you offer to surrender half the town? But you know he will be pitiless. "I cannot see myself and Achilles like a pair of lovers on a date." But your nerve fails as he closes, and you start to run. |
