She was of Priam’s most beloved son,
Were at the landing. All the people run
Out of the gates; the young men yoke their steeds
To chariots, and each his charges speeds,
With harness jingling, to be first, and bring
Hector and Hector’s bride to Priam king.
And so like gods to Ilium they came
Attended by the people’s wild acclaim,
Nor knew that even then across the sea
Sailed swift Achilles, born their bane to be: