“The majestic king of Troy slipped past the rest and kneeling down beside Achilles, clasped his knees and kissed his hands, those terrible, man-killing hands that had slaughtered Priam’s many sons in battle. … I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before — I put to my lips the hands of the man who killed my son.”
* Homeros, 「Ilias」, 24. 477-506
