Book Twenty-two

http://angelasfailure.blogspot.com/2010/12/book-22-of-illiad.html

Round and round, he went. Round and round, I went. Round and round, Hector ran along side the wall. Round and round, I followed above. Round and round, Achilles chases. Round and round, my husbands the prey.

The day had come, his fate was sealed. The gods had betrayed my dear husband. Athena the most, disguised as an ally. An ally to help fight. An ally not to disappear as she had.

But as I had watched my dear Hector go up against the greatest warrior of the lands, as I saw Achilles spear target the weak spot of his once worn armor, I heard my dear husbands last words. The final words of the dying man; the most important words they will ever speak. The pleading words that left my Hectors lips were that of releasing his body back to his city, back to his family, for he deserved to have a proper funeral. But he was denied that small deed by Achilles, and instead he was dragged back to Achilles camp; humiliating his good name. May the greatest warrior die a most painful death.