"Farewell Betweem Hector and Andromache"

Hector was looking for his wife, Andromache.

He came to his house, yet she wasn't there.
Andromache had taken their child, Astyanax,
with a robed attendant. They stood on the
tower, weeping in grief and sorrow.
Not finding his wife inside, Hector was on his
way out, paused, and called to the servants.
Hoping she would be somewhere he knew, he
asked questions about where could his wife be.
The active housekeeper said to him that she
wasn't anywhere in his assumptions, but his
wife went to Ilion's tower. That his wife went
thereupon knowing about the pressed Trojans
and mighty Greeks. And that she knew Hector
would be a part of the war.

Hector dashed, retracing his steps through

the streets of the great city, until he reached
the Western Gate. As he was passing
through, Andromache was running up to
meet him. Hector smiled at his son as she
was holding it, she came close and shed into
Andromache said all that she has in her
tears.
heart. Her heart was wounded by her past,
mourning for her family, which was long
gone. Malicious people took her family
members' lives. She was scared that
Hector would too. Thus she'll become a
widow and their son an orphan. She
wanted him to have pity and stay.
Andromache favored him to station his
men where the city is weakest.
Hector said that he worried about all of this
himself. But his shame before the Trojans and
their wives would be terrible. And he learned to
be one of the best, defending his father's honor
and his own. He just can't back down from the
battle.
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"There will become a day when holy Ilion will
perish—" he continued. All of the pain he will
feel if all this come about, wouldn't compare to
the pain he would feel if some bronze-armored
Greek leads Andromache away. Everything
against her will.

Someday someone will renew your pain at

having lost a man to fight off the day of your
enslavement, Hector said. All this happening as
the Earth had heaped up above him before
hearing her cry as she was dragged away.

Hector reached for his child who moved back

screaming, as he was afraid of the bronze-
encased face. He saw nodding down from the
helmet's crest that forced him and Andromache
to laugh. He then removed his helmet and set it
on the ground, shimmering.

He kissed his son and said a prayer to Zeus

and all other immortals. To grant his son to
become as he is, the best among Trojans,
brave and strong that rules Ilion with might. To
let a man say that he is better than his father.

Andromache was then again moved into tears.

Hector said to her that she shouldn't worry too
much. That no man has ever escaped his fate.
War is the work of men and Trojan men. Then
tells her to go back to the house and take care
of her work.

As she went home she found a throng of

servants inside, and raised the ritual of lament.
They mourned for Hector thinking that he can't
ever comeback from the war, or escape from
the hands of the Greeks.