Hector’s lifeless body he gave back to the tomb, and sent
me home to my realms in peace.’ So said the poor old 30
man, and hurled at him a dart unwarlike, unwounding,
which the ringing brass at once shook off, and left hanging
helplessly from the end of the shield’s boss. Pyrrhus
retorts: ‘You shall take your complaint, then, and carry
your news to my father, Pelides. Tell, him about my 35
shocking deeds, about his degenerate Neoptolemus,
and do not forget. Now die.’ With these words he
dragged him to the very altar, palsied and sliding in a pool