The mind ofttimes forgets a well-conned woe.
Ulysses: Now since thy boy hath shunned the sacrifice
That to the walls was due, and hath escaped635
By grace of better fate, our priest declares
That only can our homeward way be won
If Hector's ashes, scattered o'er the waves,
Appease the sea, and this his sepulcher
Be leveled with the ground. Since Hector's son
Has failed to pay the debt he owed to fate,640
Then Hector's sacred dust must be despoiled.