[When she speaks, not in any customary greeting but in bitter honesty, he has not yet sat in the chair that is intended for him. His countenance sinks into melancholy, but just as a sea cliff stands stalwart against the ravages of salted waves, refusing to buckle and topple into the churning waters, so too does he hold his countenance.]
As I suspected, in your cleverness you know already that which I have come to say.
[He sits then, and the scuff of chair against stone floor sounds then as a common dirge.]
Yes, it is so - tonight is my final night among this crew. In the morning I shall go to Ilios, upon which windy plains I shall raise my spear once more against the horse-taming Trojans. For more than a year I have staved off the Fate with which I was burdened upon my conception, the Fate that I myself chose those ten years ago when for Troy I set sail with hopes of glory in my young breast. No more can I avoid hat must be done.
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As I suspected, in your cleverness you know already that which I have come to say.
[He sits then, and the scuff of chair against stone floor sounds then as a common dirge.]
Yes, it is so - tonight is my final night among this crew. In the morning I shall go to Ilios, upon which windy plains I shall raise my spear once more against the horse-taming Trojans. For more than a year I have staved off the Fate with which I was burdened upon my conception, the Fate that I myself chose those ten years ago when for Troy I set sail with hopes of glory in my young breast. No more can I avoid hat must be done.