"Then Priam hail'd me winner of the day;

Mine were the maid, the cup, and chiefest prize,

Mine own fair milkwhite bull was mine to slay;

But then the murmurs wax'd to angry cries,

And hard men set on me in deadly wise,

My brethren, though they knew it not; I turn'd,

And fled unto the place of sacrifice,

Where altars to the God of strangers burn'd.