First message
Hector! You cry, your son in your arms Achilles has slain my father and my brothers. You are all I have left. Stay upon the walls and command from safety. Do not leave me a widow or our son fatherless
Hector touched Astyanax’s cheek Beloved, I know your fear. Yet I would die of shame if I hid while Troy bled. My fate awaits me, whether here or in battle Astyanax begins to cry and Hector takes of his helm, his hair curled around his head like a crown as the baby stops crying in your arms