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Aeneas looked at Priam as his life ebbed out of him. He saw the deadly wound, the ghostly pallor of his skin, and shook his head.

'Troy—' he halted, unable to utter the words. ‘Troy is dying.'

    'Troy is dying because of my son,' gasped the king, fighting to hold the last flicker of life. 'Troy will live again . . . because of yours.'