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Let Hector turn the Greeks around againand make them panic, lose their will to fight,and run away until at last they fallamid the mighty galleys of Achilles,the son of Peleus. He will send forthhis friend Patroclus, who will slaughter many,including my own noble son, Sarpedon.Then glorious Hector, out in front of Troy,will kill Patroclus with his spear, and then,enraged at this, Achilles will kill Hector.And after that has happened, I shall causethe Greeks to drive the Trojans from the ships,and force them to retreat continuouslyuntil, through great Athena's strategies,the Greeks have seized the lofty town of Troy.Until that time, my anger will not cease.
Then Hector understood inside his heart,and said, "The gods have called me to my death,I thought Deiphobus was at my side.But he is on the wall. Athena tricked me.The horror of my death is near me now,not far away, and there is no way out."
After the mound was built, they went back home,then came together for a glorious banquetinside divine King Priam's house. And sothey held the funeral for horse-lord Hector.
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And Hektor knew the truth inside his heart, and spoke aloud:"No use. Here at last the gods have summoned me deathward.I thought Deiphobus the hero was here close beside me,but he is behind the wall and it was Athena cheating me,and now evil death is close to me, and no longer far away,and there is no way out.
Such was their burial of Hektor, breaker of horses.
The earth grew black behind them as if plowed,though it was made of gold. It was amazing.
Speak up! Do notconceal your thoughts. We ought to share our knowledge.
Tell me, do not hide it in your mind, and so we shall both know.
Tell me about a complicated man
Goddess, sing of the cataclysmic wrath