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17 Astyanax* Now that you are leaving, take the boy with you also, the boy who saw the light under that plane-tree, one day when trumpets resounded and weapons shone and the sweating horses, nostrils wet, bent to the trough to touch the green surface of the water. The olive trees with the wrinkles of our fathers the rocks with the wisdom of our fathers and our brother's blood alive on the earth were a vital joy, a rich pattern for the souls who knew how to pray. Now that you are leaving, now that the day of payment dawns, now that no one knows whom he will kill and how he will die, take with you the boy who saw the light under the leaves of that plane-tree and teach him to study the trees. 24 ...


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