“The young man’s knees failed, and his heart;
he lost his grip upon the spear
and sank down, opening his arms. Achilles
drew his sword and thrust between his neck
and collar-bone, so the two-edged blade went in
up to the hilt. Now face down in the ground
he lay stretched out, as dark blood flowed from him,
soaking the earth. Achilles picked him up
by one foot, wheeled, and slung him in the river
to be swept off downstream.”
— The murder of Prince Lycaon, after he begs for his life. From The Iliad, trans. by Fitzgerald.
