We had driven the deer down over the mountains and we came on a herd of the Napæans' cattle grazing, right up on the moors.
Andromache.
You promised me you would raid no cattle with him.
Pyrrhus.
By Hermes! They came to us! And the herd-boy never saw us; he was sitting on a stone in the sun, and thinking of nothing. And even then I would not raid the cattle. When suddenly up jumped the herd-boy and looked at us, with his mouth open. And before he knew who we were, I heard a twang!—and there he was with an arrow in his neck! [Laughs.
Molossus.
Right through his throat, mother! He was looking up. [Imitating the attitude.] And I have got a pipe he was plaiting. It wasn't finished, but it blows. [He shows a pipe made of reeds.
Pyrrhus.
You can play better things than pipes, my boy. So we ran down and cut off the cattle; and I have given them to Molossus for his own herd.
Molossus.