resting-place.
“But, see! here is Polites, one of Priam’s sons escaped 10
from Pyrrhus’ murderous hand, through showers of darts
and masses of foemen, flying down the long corridors and
traversing the empty courts, sore and wounded, while
Pyrrhus, all on fire, is pursuing him, with a deadly stroke,
his hand all but grasping him, his spear close upon him. 15
Just as at last he won his way into the view and presence of
his parents, down he fell and poured out his life in a gush of
blood. Hereon Priam, though hemmed in by death on