[For all that he has been closed up inside his own grief for the last dozen days, uncurling just now to make this public address, still he catches the boy's hesitation when his introduction peters out prematurely.]
And I am Achilles, son of Peleus. Have you no father's name to claim, young Wylan?
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And I am Achilles, son of Peleus. Have you no father's name to claim, young Wylan?