His daughter had married Hector, and now came to meet him with a nurse who carried his little child in her bosom--a mere babe.

Hector's darling son, and lovely as a star.

Hector had named him Scamandrius, but the people called him Astyanax, for his father stood alone as chief guardian of Ilius.

Hector smiled as he looked upon the boy, but he did not speak, and Andromache stood by him weeping and taking his hand in her own.

"Dear husband," said she, "your valour will bring you to destruction; think on your infant son, and on my hapless self who ere long shall be your widow--for the Achaeans will set upon you in a body and kill you.