Page 319 "I watched his father, seeing him as Anchises, and then looked at Owen, seeing him as Aeneas."

Raphael's "Aeneas Carrying Anchises Out of Troy" (1514)

Two sides of a Roman coin, 2nd century A.D., depicting Aeneas (on the right) carrying his father out of Troy.

Pierre il le Pautre, "Aeneas Carrying His Father," 1716, marble, height 264 cm, Tuileries Gardens, Paris

From page 319 of the book: Owen turned to me, and then toward his father, watching as the man, hunched over because of the strain on his legs and heart, made his way to where we stood. As we stood by the shores of Troy, I watched his father, seeing him as Anchises, and then looked at Owen, seeing him as Aeneas. I heard the low rumblings, like thunder, of the gods who waited around us in the ground, in the bushes, and in the clouds. I heard them complain about us. I knew we had nothing to do with the way the world worked, but the subterranean noise was a constant storm of disagreeable, roaring sounds. I was feeling guilty for the fall of man. When Owen's father stood in front of him, a smile on his face, he held up his arms.