Cast up on the smooth sand, or thrown there after the murderous blow? Maid-servant The waves had washed him ashore. Hecuba chanting Alas! alas! I now know the vision I saw in my sleep; the dusky-winged phantom did not escape me, the vision I saw of you, my son, now no more within the bright sunshine. Chorus Leader Who slew him then? Can your dream-lore tell us that? Hecuba chanting It was my own familiar friend, the knight of Thrace , with whom his aged father had placed the boy in hiding. Chorus Leader O horror! what will you say? did he slay him to get the gold? Hecuba chanting O dreadful crime! O deed without a name! beyond wonder! impious! intolerable! Where are the laws between guest and host? Accursed of men! how have you mangled his flesh, slashing the poor child’s limbs