[4] The prince was stung to the quick, though for the moment he kept his rancour hidden.

But, soon after that, they roused a lion, and then he missed a second time--no unusual thing for him, I imagine--but my son's spear went home, and he brought the beast down, and cried, 'See, I have shot but twice, and killed each time!' And at this the monster could not contain his jealousy; he snatched a spear from one of his followers and ran my son through the body, my only son, my darling, and took his life.

[5] And I, unhappy that I am, I, who thought to welcome a bride-groom, carried home a corpse.

I, who am old, buried my boy with the first down on his chin, my brave boy, my well-beloved.

And his assassin acted as though it were an enemy that he had done to death.