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Hector returns to Troy, to the halls of Paris:
And there in the bedroom Hector came on Paris
polishing, fondling his splendid battle gear,
his shield and breastplate, turning over and over
his long curved bow. And there was Helen of Argos,
sitting with all the women of the house, directing
the rich embroidered work they had in hand.
Seeing Paris
Hector raked his brother with insults, stinging taunts:
"What on earth are you doing? Oh how wrong it is,
this anger you keep smouldering in your heart! Look,
your people dying around the city, the steep walls,
dying in arms - and all for you, the battle cries
and the fighting flaring up around the citadel.
You'd be the first to lash out at another - anywhere -
you saw hanging back from this, this hateful war.
Up with you -
before all Troy is torched to a cinder here and now!"
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