stained your name with guilt, driven by the hate I gendered 20
from the throne and realm of my father! Retribution
was due to my country and to my subjects’ wrath: would
that I had let out my forfeit life through all the death-wounds
they aimed! And now I live on, nor as yet leave
daylight and humankind—but leave them I will.” So 25
saying, he raises himself on his halting thigh, and though
the deep wound makes his strength flag, calls for his war-horse
with no downcast mien. This was ever his glory
and his solace: this still carried him victorious from every