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The young warrior lay gray and silent where he had fallen. For him it was over. The enemy would cheer, his own people would weep, and the sorrow of his people would be deepened by the circumstances of his fatal wound.

No blood poured from his head. There was no direct wound to the heart, no life blood seeped from his side. The wound was small, but his foe, “aided by the gods,” or so it was believed, invaded his life at that small spot with deadly accuracy.

Yes, there was no joy in Greece that day, nor for many days thereafter, for their hero, Homer’s Achilles, had been brought dow...



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