Talthybius:
[rides up and dismounts; he walks slowly forward and stops some distance from Andromache]
Wife of the noblest man that was in Troy... O wife of Hector, do not hate me. Against my will I come to tell you...
[Andromache looks at him; he continues haltingly]
Talthybius:
The people and the kings have all resolved -...
Andromache:
What is it? Evil follows words like those.
Talthybius:
This child they order - -
[he can't finish the phrase - he looks away, then through clenched teeth]
Talthybius:
Oh, how can I say it...
Andromache:
[presses her son against her]
Not that he does not go with me to the same master -...
Talthybius:
No man in Greece shall ever be his master.
Andromache:
[stares at Talthybius, perplexed]
But - - leave him here - - all that is left of Troy?
Talthybius:
I don't know how to tell you. What is bad words can't make better -...
Andromache:
[hoping against hope]
I feel you kind. But you have not good news.
Talthybius:
[long pause, then he screams out]
Your child must die! There, now you know the whole, bad as it is!
Andromache:
[silence. Then slowly, as if from the marrow of her bones, the scream comes - - wild, scaringly, rising from the dark roots of sound beyond words]
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