parents, and pull the boy Astyanax into his grandsire’s
presence. Through it I make my way to the summit
of the roof, whence the wretched Teucrians were hurling
darts without avail. There was a tower standing precipitous,
its roof reared high to the stars, whence could be
seen all Troy, and the Danaan fleet, and the Achæan camp; 10
to this we applied our weapons, just where the lofty flooring
made the joining insecure; we wrench it from its eminence,
we have toppled it over—down it falls at once, a huge
crashing ruin, and tumbles far and wide over the Danaan