| You are ANDROMACHE. No one even let you know that your husband had stayed outside the gates alone. You are at home, innocently weaving while the maids heat up water for Hector's bath. Suddenly you hear the women screaming on the walls. You drop your shuttle, and rush out, full of dread. You climb the battlements, and see a cloud of dust where they are dragging your husband towards the Achaean ships. You pass out. |
