[He hears her surprise plain upon her voice, yet he continues as steady as the River Simois.]

At present I sit in my bed chamber. Yet I must correct you - it is not home to which I return. The shores of fertile Phthia, where stands my father's noble house, where rises Mount Pelion, the kingdom of my boyhood, these I bade good bye many years ago, and it was only later that I learned I would see that dear land nevermore. It is to Troy that I must return, to wage war against what sons of Priam remain.