Now when Jove had thus brought Hector
and the Trojans to the ships, he left them to
their never-ending toil, and turned his
keen eyes away, looking elsewhither towards the
horse-breeders of Thrace, the Mysians,
fighters at close quarters, the noble
Hippemolgi, who live on milk, and the
Abians, justest of mankind. He no longer turned
so much as a glance towards Troy, for he
did not think that any of the immortals would
go and help either Trojans or Danaans.
But King Neptune had kept no blind
look-out; he had been looking admiringly on the
battle from his seat on the topmost crests
of wooded Samothrace, whence he could see
all Ida, with the city of Priam and the
ships of the Achaeans. He had come from under
the sea and taken his place here, for he
pitied the Achaeans who were being overcome
by the Trojans; and he was furiously angry
with Jove.
Presently he came down from his post on
the mountain top, and as he strode swiftly
onwards the high hills and the forest
quaked beneath the tread of his immortal feet.
Three strides he took, and with the fourth
he reached his goal- Aegae, where is his
glittering golden palace, imperishable, in
the depths of the sea. When he got there, he
yoked his fleet brazen-footed steeds with
their manes of gold all flying in the wind; he
clothed himself in raiment of gold,
grasped his gold whip, and took his stand upon his
chariot. As he went his way over the waves
the sea-monsters left their lairs, for they
knew their lord, and came gambolling round
him from every quarter of the deep, while
the sea in her gladness opened a path
before his chariot. So lightly did the horses fly that
the bronze axle of the car was not even
wet beneath it; and thus his bounding steeds
took him to the ships of the Achaeans.
Now there is a certain huge cavern in the
depths of the sea midway between Tenedos
and rocky Imbrus; here Neptune lord of the
earthquake stayed his horses, unyoked
them, and set before them their ambrosial
forage. He hobbled their feet with hobbles of
gold which none could either unloose or
break, so that they might stay there in that
place until their lord should return. This
done he went his way to the host of the
Achaeans.
Now the Trojans followed Hector son of
Priam in close array like a storm-cloud or
flame of fire, fighting with might and
main and raising the cry battle; for they deemed that
they should take the ships of the Achaeans
and kill all their chiefest heroes then and
there. Meanwhile earth-encircling Neptune
lord of the earthquake cheered on the
Argives, for he had come up out of the sea
and had assumed the form and voice of
Calchas.
First he spoke to the two Ajaxes, who were
doing their best already, and said, "Ajaxes,
you two can be the saving of the Achaeans
if you will put out all your strength and not
let yourselves be daunted. I am not afraid
that the Trojans, who have got over the wall
in force, will be victorious in any other
part, for the Achaeans can hold all of them in
check, but I much fear that some evil will
befall us here where furious Hector, who
boasts himself the son of great Jove
himself, is leading them on like a pillar of flame.
May some god, then, put it into your
hearts to make a firm stand here, and to incite
others to do the like. In this case you
will drive him from the ships even though he be
inspired by Jove himself."
As he spoke the earth-encircling lord of
the earthquake struck both of them with his
sceptre and filled their hearts with
daring. He made their legs light and active, as also
their hands and their feet. Then, as the
soaring falcon poises on the wing high above
some sheer rock, and presently swoops down
to chase some bird over the plain, even
so did Neptune lord of the earthquake wing
his flight into the air and leave them. Of the
two, swift Ajax son of Oileus was the
first to know who it was that had been speaking
with them, and said to Ajax son of
Telamon, "Ajax, this is one of the gods that dwell on
Olympus, who in the likeness of the
prophet is bidding us fight hard by our ships. It was
not Calchas the seer and diviner of omens;
I knew him at once by his feet and knees as
he turned away, for the gods are soon
recognised. Moreover I feel the of battle
burn more fiercely within me, while my
hands and my feet under me are more eager for
the fray."
And Ajax son of Telamon answered, "I too
feel my hands grasp my spear more firmly;
my strength is greater, and my feet more
nimble; I long, moreover, to meet furious
Hector son of Priam, even in single
combat."
Thus did they converse, exulting in the
hunger after battle with which the god had filled
them. Meanwhile the earth-encircler roused
the Achaeans, who were resting in the rear
by the ships overcome at once by hard
fighting and by grief at seeing that the Trojans
had got over the wall in force. Tears
began falling from their eyes as they beheld them,
for they made sure that they should not
escape destruction; but the lord of the
earthquake passed lightly about among them
and urged their battalions to the front.
First he went up to Teucer and Leitus, the
hero Peneleos, and Thoas and Deipyrus;
Meriones also and Antilochus, valiant
warriors; all did he exhort. "Shame on you young
Argives," he cried, "it was on your
prowess I relied for the saving of our ships; if you
fight not with might and main, this very
day will see us overcome by the Trojans. Of a
truth my eyes behold a great and terrible
portent which I had never thought to see- the
Trojans at our ships- they, who were
heretofore like panic-stricken hinds, the prey of
jackals and wolves in a forest, with no
strength but in flight for they cannot defend
themselves. Hitherto the Trojans dared not
for one moment face the attack of the
Achaeans, but now they have sallied far
from their city and are fighting at our very ships
through the cowardice of our leader and
the disaffection of the people themselves, who
in their discontent care not to fight in
defence of the ships but are being slaughtered near
them. True, King Agamemnon son of Atreus
is the cause of our disaster by having
insulted the son of Peleus, still this is
no reason why we should leave off fighting. Let us
be quick to heal, for the hearts of the
brave heal quickly. You do ill to be thus remiss,
you, who are the finest soldiers in our
whole army. I blame no man for keeping out of
battle if he is a weakling, but I am
indignant with such men as you are. My good friends,
matters will soon become even worse
through this slackness; think, each one of you, of
his own honour and credit, for the hazard
of the fight is extreme. Great Hector is now
fighting at our ships; he has broken
through the gates and the strong bolt that held them."
Thus did the earth-encircler address the
Achaeans and urge them on. Thereon round
the two Ajaxes there gathered strong bands
of men, of whom not even Mars nor
Minerva, marshaller of hosts could make
light if they went among them, for they were
the picked men of all those who were now
awaiting the onset of Hector and the
Trojans. They made a living fence, spear
to spear, shield to shield, buckler to buckler,
helmet to helmet, and man to man. The
horse-hair crests on their gleaming helmets
touched one another as they nodded
forward, so closely seffied were they; the spears
they brandished in their strong hands were
interlaced, and their hearts were set on
battle.
The Trojans advanced in a dense body, with
Hector at their head pressing right on as a
rock that comes thundering down the side
of some mountain from whose brow the
winter torrents have torn it; the
foundations of the dull thing have been loosened by
floods of rain, and as it bounds headlong
on its way it sets the whole forest in an uproar;
it swerves neither to right nor left till
it reaches level ground, but then for all its fury it can
go no further- even so easily did Hector
for a while seem as though he would career
through the tents and ships of the
Achaeans till he had reached the sea in his murderous
course; but the closely serried battalions
stayed him when he reached them, for the sons
of the Achaeans thrust at him with swords
and spears pointed at both ends, and drove
him from them so that he staggered and
gave ground; thereon he shouted to the
Trojans, "Trojans, Lycians, and
Dardanians, fighters in close combat, stand firm: the
Achaeans have set themselves as a wall
against me, but they will not check me for long;
they will give ground before me if the
mightiest of the gods, the thundering spouse of
Juno, has indeed inspired my onset."
With these words he put heart and soul
into them all. Deiphobus son of Priam went
about among them intent on deeds of daring
with his round shield before him, under
cover of which he strode quickly forward.
Meriones took aim at him with a spear, nor
did he fail to hit the broad orb of
ox-hide; but he was far from piercing it for the spear
broke in two pieces long ere he could do
so; moreover Deiphobus had seen it coming
and had held his shield well away from
him. Meriones drew back under cover of his
comrades, angry alike at having failed to
vanquish Deiphobus, and having broken his
spear. He turned therefore towards the
ships and tents to fetch a spear which he had
left behind in his tent.
The others continued fighting, and the cry
of battle rose up into the heavens. Teucer son
of Telamon was the first to kill his man,
to wit, the warrior Imbrius son of Mentor rich in
horses. Until the Achaeans came he had
lived in Pedaeum, and had married
Medesicaste a daughter of Priam; but on
the arrival of the Danaan fleet he had
gone back to Ilius, and was a great man
among the Trojans, dwelling near Priam
himself, who gave him like honour with his
own sons. The son of Telamon now struck
him under the ear with a spear which he
then drew back again, and Imbrius fell
headlong as an ash-tree when it is felled
on the crest of some high mountain beacon,
and its delicate green foliage comes
toppling down to the ground. Thus did he fall with
his bronze-dight armour ringing harshly
round him, and Teucer sprang forward with
intent to strip him of his armour; but as
he was doing so, Hector took aim at him with a
spear. Teucer saw the spear coming and
swerved aside, whereon it hit Amphimachus,
son of Cteatus son of Actor, in the chest
as he was coming into battle, and his armour
rang rattling round him as he fell heavily
to the ground. Hector sprang forward to take
Amphimachus's helmet from off his temples,
and in a moment Ajax threw a spear at
him, but did not wound him, for he was
encased all over in his terrible armour;
nevertheless the spear struck the boss of
his shield with such force as to drive him back
from the two corpses, which the Achaeans
then drew off. Stichius and Menestheus,
captains of the Athenians, bore away
Amphimachus to the host of the Achaeans, while
the two brave and impetuous Ajaxes did the
like by Imbrius. As two lions snatch a goat
from the hounds that have it in their
fangs, and bear it through thick brushwood high
above the ground in their jaws, thus did
the Ajaxes bear aloft the body of Imbrius, and
strip it of its armour. Then the son of
Oileus severed the head from the neck in revenge
for the death of Amphimachus, and sent it
whirling over the crowd as though it had been
a ball, till fell in the dust at Hector's
feet.
Neptune was exceedingly angry that his
grandson Amphimachus should have fallen; he
therefore went to the tents and ships of
the Achaeans to urge the Danaans still further,
and to devise evil for the Trojans.
Idomeneus met him, as he was taking leave of a
comrade, who had just come to him from the
fight, wounded in the knee. His
fellow-soldiers bore him off the field,
and Idomeneus having given orders to the
physicians went on to his tent, for he was
still thirsting for battle. Neptune spoke in the
likeness and with the voice of Thoas son
of Andraemon who ruled the Aetolians of all
Pleuron and high Calydon, and was honoured
among his people as though he were a
god. "Idomeneus," said he, "lawgiver to
the Cretans, what has now become of the
threats with which the sons of the
Achaeans used to threaten the Trojans?"
And Idomeneus chief among the Cretans
answered, "Thoas, no one, so far as I know,
is in fault, for we can all fight. None
are held back neither by fear nor slackness, but it
seems to be the of almighty Jove that the
Achaeans should perish ingloriously here far
from Argos: you, Thoas, have been always
staunch, and you keep others in heart if you
see any fail in duty; be not then remiss
now, but exhort all to do their utmost."
To this Neptune lord of the earthquake
made answer, "Idomeneus, may he never return
from Troy, but remain here for dogs to
batten upon, who is this day wilfully slack in
fighting. Get your armour and go, we must
make all haste together if we may be of any
use, though we are only two. Even cowards
gain courage from companionship, and we
two can hold our own with the
bravest."
Therewith the god went back into the thick
of the fight, and Idomeneus when he had
reached his tent donned his armour,
grasped his two spears, and sallied forth. As the
lightning which the son of Saturn
brandishes from bright Olympus when he would show
a sign to mortals, and its gleam flashes
far and wide- even so did his armour gleam
about him as he ran. Meriones his sturdy
squire met him while he was still near his tent
(for he was going to fetch his spear) and
Idomeneus said
"Meriones, fleet son of Molus, best of
comrades, why have you left the field? Are you
wounded, and is the point of the weapon
hurting you? or have you been sent to fetch
me? I want no fetching; I had far rather
fight than stay in my tent."
"Idomeneus," answered Meriones, "I come
for a spear, if I can find one in my tent; I
have broken the one I had, in throwing it
at the shield of Deiphobus."
And Idomeneus captain of the Cretans
answered, "You will find one spear, or twenty if
you so please, standing up against the end
wall of my tent. I have taken them from
Trojans whom I have killed, for I am not
one to keep my enemy at arm's length;
therefore I have spears, bossed shields,
helmets, and burnished corslets."
Then Meriones said, "I too in my tent and
at my ship have spoils taken from the
Trojans, but they are not at hand. I have
been at all times valorous, and wherever there
has been hard fighting have held my own
among the foremost. There may be those
among the Achaeans who do not know how I
fight, but you know it well enough
yourself."
Idomeneus answered, "I know you for a
brave man: you need not tell me. If the best
men at the ships were being chosen to go
on an ambush- and there is nothing like this
for showing what a man is made of; it
comes out then who is cowardly and who brave;
the coward will change colour at every
touch and turn; he is full of fears, and keeps
shifting his weight first on one knee and
then on the other; his heart beats fast as he
thinks of death, and one can hear the
chattering of his teeth; whereas the brave man will
not change colour nor be on finding
himself in ambush, but is all the time longing to go
into action- if the best men were being
chosen for such a service, no one could make
light of your courage nor feats of arms.
If you were struck by a dart or smitten in close
combat, it would not be from behind, in
your neck nor back, but the weapon would hit
you in the chest or belly as you were
pressing forward to a place in the front ranks. But
let us no longer stay here talking like
children, lest we be ill spoken of; go, fetch your
spear from the tent at once."
On this Meriones, peer of Mars, went to
the tent and got himself a spear of bronze. He
then followed after Idomeneus, big with
great deeds of valour. As when baneful Mars
sallies forth to battle, and his son Panic
so strong and dauntless goes with him, to strike
terror even into the heart of a hero- the
pair have gone from Thrace to arm themselves
among the Ephyri or the brave Phlegyans,
but they will not listen to both the contending
hosts, and will give victory to one side
or to the other- even so did Meriones and
Idomeneus, captains of men, go out to
battle clad in their bronze armour. Meriones was
first to speak. "Son of Deucalion," said
he, "where would you have us begin fighting?
On the right wing of the host, in the
centre, or on the left wing, where I take it the
Achaeans will be weakest?"
Idomeneus answered, "There are others to
defend the centre- the two Ajaxes and
Teucer, who is the finest archer of all
the Achaeans, and is good also in a hand-to-hand
fight. These will give Hector son of Priam
enough to do; fight as he may, he will find it
hard to vanquish their indomitable fury,
and fire the ships, unless the son of Saturn fling a
firebrand upon them with his own hand.
Great Ajax son of Telamon will yield to no man
who is in mortal mould and eats the grain
of Ceres, if bronze and great stones can
overthrow him. He would not yield even to
Achilles in hand-to-hand fight, and in
fleetness of foot there is none to beat
him; let us turn therefore towards the left wing,
that we may know forthwith whether we are
to give glory to some other, or he to us."
Meriones, peer of fleet Mars, then led the
way till they came to the part of the host
which Idomeneus had named.
Now when the Trojans saw Idomeneus coming
on like a flame of fire, him and his
squire clad in their richly wrought
armour, they shouted and made towards him all in a
body, and a furious hand-to-hand fight
raged under the ships' sterns. Fierce as the shrill
winds that whistle upon a day when dust
lies deep on the roads, and the gusts raise it
into a thick cloud- even such was the fury
of the combat, and might and main did they
hack at each other with spear and sword
throughout the host. The field bristled with the
long and deadly spears which they bore.
Dazzling was the sheen of their gleaming
helmets, their fresh-burnished
breastplates, and glittering shields as they joined battle
with one another. Iron indeed must be his
courage who could take pleasure in the sight
of such a turmoil, and look on it without
being dismayed.
Thus did the two mighty sons of Saturn
devise evil for mortal heroes. Jove was minded
to give victory to the Trojans and to
Hector, so as to do honour to fleet Achilles,
nevertheless he did not mean to utterly
overthrow the Achaean host before Ilius, and
only wanted to glorify Thetis and her
valiant son. Neptune on the other hand went about
among the Argives to incite them, having
come up from the grey sea in secret, for he
was grieved at seeing them vanquished by
the Trojans, and was furiously angry with
Jove. Both were of the same race and
country, but Jove was elder born and knew
more, therefore Neptune feared to defend
the Argives openly, but in the likeness of
man, he kept on encouraging them
throughout their host. Thus, then, did these two
devise a knot of war and battle, that none
could unloose or break, and set both sides
tugging at it, to the failing of men's
knees beneath them.
And now Idomeneus, though his hair was
already flecked with grey, called loud on the
Danaans and spread panic among the Trojans
as he leaped in among them. He slew
Othryoneus from Cabesus, a sojourner, who
had but lately come to take part in the
war. He sought Cassandra the fairest of
Priam's daughters in marriage, but offered no
gifts of wooing, for he promised a great
thing, to wit, that he would drive the sons of the
Achaeans willy nilly from Troy; old King
Priam had given his consent and promised her
to him, whereon he fought on the strength
of the promises thus made to him. Idomeneus
aimed a spear, and hit him as he came
striding on. His cuirass of bronze did not protect
him, and the spear stuck in his belly, so
that he fell heavily to the ground. Then
Idomeneus vaunted over him saying,
"Othryoneus, there is no one in the world whom I
shall admire more than I do you, if you
indeed perform what you have promised Priam
son of Dardanus in return for his
daughter. We too will make you an offer; we will give
you the loveliest daughter of the son of
Atreus, and will bring her from Argos for you to
marry, if you will sack the goodly city of
Ilius in company with ourselves; so come along
with me, that we may make a covenant at
the ships about the marriage, and we will not
be hard upon you about gifts of
wooing."
With this Idomeneus began dragging him by
the foot through the thick of the fight, but
Asius came up to protect the body, on
foot, in front of his horses which his esquire
drove so close behind him that he could
feel their 'breath upon his shoulder. He was
longing to strike down Idomeneus, but ere
he could do so Idomeneus smote him with
his spear in the throat under the chin,
and the bronze point went clean through it. He fell
as an oak, or poplar, or pine which
shipwrights have felled for ship's timber upon the
mountains with whetted axes- even thus did
he lie full length in front of his chariot and
horses, grinding his teeth and clutching
at the bloodstained just. His charioteer was
struck with panic and did not dare turn
his horses round and escape: thereupon
Antilochus hit him in the middle of his
body with a spear; his cuirass of bronze did not
protect him, and the spear stuck in his
belly. He fell gasping from his chariot and
Antilochus great Nestor's son, drove his
horses from the Trojans to the Achaeans.
Deiphobus then came close up to Idomeneus
to avenge Asius, and took aim at him with
a spear, but Idomeneus was on the look-out
and avoided it, for he was covered by the
round shield he always bore- a shield of
oxhide and bronze with two arm-rods on the
inside. He crouched under cover of this,
and the spear flew over him, but the shield rang
out as the spear grazed it, and the weapon
sped not in vain from the strong hand of
Deiphobus, for it struck Hypsenor son of
Hippasus, shepherd of his people, in the liver
under the midriff, and his limbs failed
beneath him. Deiphobus vaunted over him and
cried with a loud voice saying, "Of a
truth Asius has not fallen unavenied; he will be glad
even while passing into the house of
Hades, strong warden of the gate, that I have sent
some one to escort him."
Thus did he vaunt, and the Argives were
stung by his saying. Noble Antilochus was
more angry than any one, but grief did not
make him forget his friend and comrade. He
ran up to him, bestrode him, and covered
him with his shield; then two of his staunch
comrades, Mecisteus son of Echius, and
Alastor stooped down, and bore him away
groaning heavily to the ships. But
Idomeneus ceased not his fury. He kept on striving
continually either to enshroud some Trojan
in the darkness of death, or himself to fall
while warding off the evil day from the
Achaeans. Then fell Alcathous son of noble
Aesyetes: he was son-in-law to Anchises,
having married his eldest daughter
Hippodameia who was the darling of her
father and mother, and excelled all her
generation in beauty, accomplishments, and
understanding, wherefore the bravest man
in all Troy had taken her to wife- him did
Neptune lay low by the hand of Idomeneus,
blinding his bright eyes and binding his
strong limbs in fetters so that he could neither go
back nor to one side, but stood stock
still like pillar or lofty tree when Idomeneus
struck him with a spear in the middle of
his chest. The coat of mail that had hitherto
protected his body was now broken, and
rang harshly as the spear tore through it. He
fell heavily to the ground, and the spear
stuck in his heart, which still beat, and made the
-end of the spear quiver till dread Mars
put an end to his life. Idomeneus vaunted
over him and cried with a loud voice
saying, "Deiphobus, since you are in a mood to
vaunt, shall we cry quits now that we have
killed three men to your one? Nay, sir, stand
in fight with me yourself, that you may
learn what manner of Jove-begotten man am I
that have come hither. Jove first begot
Minos chief ruler in Crete, and Minos in his turn
begot a son, noble Deucalion; Deucalion
begot me to be a ruler over many men in
Crete, and my ships have now brought me
hither, to be the bane of yourself, your
father, and the Trojans."
Thus did he speak, and Deiphobus was in
two minds, whether to go back and fetch
some other Trojan to help him, or to take
up the challenge single-handed. In the end, he
deemed it best to go and fetch Aeneas,
whom he found standing in the rear, for he had
long been aggrieved with Priam because in
spite his brave deeds he did not give him his
due share of honour. Deiphobus went up to
him and said, "Aeneas, prince among the
Trojans, if you know any ties of kinship,
help me now to defend the body of your
sister's husband; come with me to the
rescue of Alcathous, who being husband to your
sister brought you up when you were a
child in his house, and now Idomeneus has slain
him."
With these words he moved the heart of
Aeneas, and he went in pursuit of Idomeneus,
big with great deeds of valour; but
Idomeneus was not to be thus daunted as though he
were a mere child; he held his ground as a
wild boar at bay upon the mountains, who
abides the coming of a great crowd of men
in some lonely place- the bristles stand
upright on his back, his eyes flash fire,
and he whets his tusks in his eagerness to defend
himself against hounds and men- even so
did famed Idomeneus hold his ground and
budge not at the coming of Aeneas. He
cried aloud to his comrades looking towards
Ascalaphus, Aphareus, Deipyrus, Meriones,
and Antilochus, all of them brave soldiers-
"Hither my friends," he cried, "and leave
me not single-handed- I go in great fear by
fleet Aeneas, who is coming against me,
and is a redoubtable dispenser of death battle.
Moreover he is in the flower of youth when
a man's strength is greatest; if I was of the
same age as he is and in my present mind,
either he or I should soon bear away the
prize of victory
On this, all of them as one man stood near
him, shield on shoulder. Aeneas on the other
side called to his comrades, looking
towards Deiphobus, Paris, and Agenor, who were
leaders of the Trojans along with himself,
and the people followed them as sheep follow
the ram when they go down to drink after
they have been feeding, and the heart of the
shepherd is glad- even so was the heart of
Aeneas gladdened when he saw his people
follow him.
Then they fought furiously in close combat
about the body of Alcathous, wielding their
long spears; and the bronze armour about
their bodies rang fearfully as they took aim at
one another in the press of the fight,
while the two heroes Aeneas and Idomeneus,
peers of Mars, outxied every one in their
desire to hack at each other with sword and
spear. Aeneas took aim first, but
Idomeneus was on the lookout and avoided the spear,
so that it sped from Aeneas' strong hand
in vain, and fell quivering in the ground.
Idomeneus meanwhile smote Oenomaus in the
middle of his belly, and broke the plate
of his corslet, whereon his bowels came
gushing out and he clutched the earth in the
palms of his hands as he fell sprawling in
the dust. Idomeneus drew his spear out of the
body, but could not strip him of the rest
of his armour for the rain of darts that were
showered upon him: moreover his strength
was now beginning to fail him so that he
could no longer charge, and could neither
spring forward to recover his own weapon
nor swerve aside to avoid one that was
aimed at him; therefore, though he still defended
himself in hand-to-hand fight, his heavy
feet could not bear him swiftly out of the battle.
Deiphobus aimed a spear at him as he was
retreating slowly from the field, for his
bitterness against him was as fierce as
ever, but again he missed him, and hit
Ascalaphus, the son of Mars; the spear
went through his shoulder, and he clutched the
earth in the palms of his hands as he fell
sprawling in the dust.
Grim Mars of awful voice did not yet know
that his son had fallen, for he was sitting on
the summits of Olympus under the golden
clouds, by command of Jove, where the other
gods were also sitting, forbidden to take
part in the battle. Meanwhile men fought
furiously about the body. Deiphobus tore
the helmet from off his head, but Meriones
sprang upon him, and struck him on the arm
with a spear so that the visored helmet fell
from his hand and came ringing down upon
the ground. Thereon Meriones sprang upon
him like a vulture, drew the spear from
his shoulder, and fell back under cover of his
men. Then Polites, own brother of
Deiphobus passed his arms around his waist, and
bore him away from the battle till he got
to his horses that were standing in the rear of
the fight with the chariot and their
driver. These took him towards the city groaning and
in great pain, with the blood flowing from
his arm.
The others still fought on, and the
battle-cry rose to heaven without ceasing. Aeneas
sprang on Aphareus son of Caletor, and
struck him with a spear in his throat which was
turned towards him; his head fell on one
side, his helmet and shield came down along
with him, and death, life's foe, was shed
around him. Antilochus spied his chance, flew
forward towards Thoon, and wounded him as
he was turning round. He laid open the
vein that runs all the way up the back to
the neck; he cut this vein clean away
throughout its whole course, and Thoon
fell in the dust face upwards, stretching out his
hands imploringly towards his comrades.
Antilochus sprang upon him and stripped the
armour from his shoulders, glaring round
him fearfully as he did so. The Trojans came
about him on every side and struck his
broad and gleaming shield, but could not wound
his body, for Neptune stood guard over the
son of Nestor, though the darts fell thickly
round him. He was never clear of the foe,
but was always in the thick of the fight; his
spear was never idle; he poised and aimed
it in every direction, so eager was he to hit
some one from a distance or to fight him
hand to hand.
As he was thus aiming among the crowd, he
was seen by Adamas son of Asius, who
rushed towards him and struck him with a
spear in the middle of his shield, but Neptune
made its point without effect, for he
grudged him the life of Antilochus. One half,
therefore, of the spear stuck fast like a
charred stake in Antilochus's shield, while the
other lay on the ground. Adamas then
sought shelter under cover of his men, but
Meriones followed after and hit him with a
spear midway between the private parts and
the navel, where a wound is particualrly
painful to wretched mortals. There did
Meriones transfix him, and he writhed
convulsively about the spear as some bull whom
mountain herdsmen have bound with ropes of
withes and are taking away perforce.
Even so did he move convulsively for a
while, but not for very long, till Meriones came
up and drew the spear out of his body, and
his eyes were veiled in darkness.
Helenus then struck Deipyrus with a great
Thracian sword, hitting him on the temple in
close combat and tearing the helmet from
his head; the helmet fell to the ground, and
one of those who were fighting on the
Achaean side took charge of it as it rolled at his
feet, but the eyes of Deipyrus were closed
in the darkness of death.
On this Menelaus was grieved, and made
menacingly towards Helenus, brandishing his
spear; but Helenus drew his bow, and the
two attacked one another at one and the
same moment, the one with his spear, and
the other with his bow and arrow. The son of
Priam hit the breastplate of Menelaus's
corslet, but the arrow glanced from off it. As
black beans or pulse come pattering down
on to a threshing-floor from the broad
winnowing-shovel, blown by shrill winds
and shaken by the shovel- even so did the
arrow glance off and recoil from the
shield of Menelaus, who in his turn wounded the
hand with which Helenus carried his bow;
the spear went right through his hand and
stuck in the bow itself, so that to his
life he retreated under cover of his men, with his
hand dragging by his side- for the spear
weighed it down till Agenor drew it out and
bound the hand carefully up in a woollen
sling which his esquire had with him.
Pisander then made straight at Menelaus-
his evil destiny luring him on to his doom, for
he was to fall in fight with you, O
Menelaus. When the two were hard by one another
the spear of the son of Atreus turned
aside and he missed his aim; Pisander then struck
the shield of brave Menelaus but could not
pierce it, for the shield stayed the spear and
broke the shaft; nevertheless he was glad
and made sure of victory; forthwith, however,
the son of Atreus drew his sword and
sprang upon him. Pisander then seized the bronze
battle-axe, with its long and polished
handle of olive wood that hung by his side under
his shield, and the two made at one
another. Pisander struck the peak of Menelaus's
crested helmet just under the crest
itself, and Menelaus hit Pisander as he was coming
towards him, on the forehead, just at the
rise of his nose; the bones cracked and his two
gore-bedrabbled eyes fell by his feet in
the dust. He fell backwards to the ground, and
Menelaus set his heel upon him, stripped
him of his armour, and vaunted over him
saying, "Even thus shall you Trojans leave
the ships of the Achaeans, proud and
insatiate of battle though you be: nor
shall you lack any of the disgrace and shame which
you have heaped upon myself. Cowardly
she-wolves that you are, you feared not the
anger of dread Jove, avenger of violated
hospitality, who will one day destroy your city;
you stole my wedded wife and wickedly
carried off much treasure when you were her
guest, and now you would fling fire upon
our ships, and kill our heroes. A day will come
when, rage as you may, you shall be
stayed. O father Jove, you, who they say art
above all both gods and men in wisdom, and
from whom all things that befall us do
proceed, how can you thus favour the
Trojans- men so proud and overweening, that
they are never tired of fighting? All
things pall after a while- sleep, love, sweet song, and
stately dance- still these are things of
which a man would surely have his fill rather than
of battle, whereas it is of battle that
the Trojans are insatiate."
So saying Menelaus stripped the
blood-stained armour from the body of Pisander, and
handed it over to his men; then he again
ranged himself among those who were in the
front of the fight.
Harpalion son of King Pylaemenes then
sprang upon him; he had come to fight at Troy
along with his father, but he did not go
home again. He struck the middle of Menelaus's
shield with his spear but could not pierce
it, and to save his life drew back under cover
of his men, looking round him on every
side lest he should be wounded. But Meriones
aimed a bronze-tipped arrow at him as he
was leaving the field, and hit him on the right
buttock; the arrow pierced the bone
through and through, and penetrated the bladder,
so he sat down where he was and breathed
his last in the arms of his comrades,
stretched like a worm upon the ground and
watering the earth with the blood that
flowed from his wound. The brave
Paphlagonians tended him with all due care; they
raised him into his chariot, and bore him
sadly off to the city of Troy; his father went
also with him weeping bitterly, but there
was no ransom that could bring his dead son to
life again.
Paris was deeply grieved by the death of
Harpalion, who was his host when he went
among the Paphlagonians; he aimed an
arrow, therefore, in order to avenge him. Now
there was a certain man named Euchenor,
son of Polyidus the prophet, a brave man
and wealthy, whose home was in Corinth.
This Euchenor had set sail for Troy well
knowing that it would be the death of him,
for his good old father Polyidus had often
told him that he must either stay at home
and die of a terrible disease, or go with the
Achaeans and perish at the hands of the
Trojans; he chose, therefore, to avoid incurring
the heavy fine the Achaeans would have
laid upon him, and at the same time to escape
the pain and suffering of disease. Paris
now smote him on the jaw under his ear,
whereon the life went out of him and he
was enshrouded in the darkness of death.
Thus then did they fight as it were a
flaming fire. But Hector had not yet heard, and did
not know that the Argives were making
havoc of his men on the left wing of the battle,
where the Achaeans ere long would have
triumphed over them, so vigorously did
Neptune cheer them on and help them. He
therefore held on at the point where he had
first forced his way through the gates and
the wall, after breaking through the serried
ranks of Danaan warriors. It was here that
the ships of Ajax and Protesilaus were
drawn up by the sea-shore; here the wall
was at its lowest, and the fight both of man
and horse raged most fiercely. The
Boeotians and the Ionians with their long tunics, the
Locrians, the men of Phthia, and the
famous force of the Epeans could hardly stay
Hector as he rushed on towards the ships,
nor could they drive him from them, for he
was as a wall of fire. The chosen men of
the Athenians were in the van, led by
Menestheus son of Peteos, with whom were
also Pheidas, Stichius, and stalwart Bias:
Meges son of Phyleus, Amphion, and Dracius
commanded the Epeans, while Medon
and staunch Podarces led the men of
Phthia. Of these, Medon was son to
Oileus and brother of Ajax, but he lived
in Phylace away from his own country, for he
had killed the brother of his stepmother
Eriopis, the wife of Oileus; the other, Podarces,
was the son of Iphiclus son of Phylacus.
These two stood in the van of the Phthians, and
defended the ships along with the
Boeotians.
Ajax son of Oileus never for a moment left
the side of Ajax son of Telamon, but as two
swart oxen both strain their utmost at the
plough which they are drawing in a fallow
field, and the sweat steams upwards from
about the roots of their horns- nothing but the
yoke divides them as they break up the
ground till they reach the end of the field- even
so did the two Ajaxes stand shoulder to
shoulder by one another. Many and brave
comrades followed the son of Telamon, to
relieve him of his shield when he was
overcome with sweat and toil, but the
Locrians did not follow so close after the son of
Oileus, for they could not hold their own
in a hand-to-hand fight. They had no bronze
helmets with plumes of horse-hair, neither
had they shields nor ashen spears, but they
had come to Troy armed with bows, and with
slings of twisted wool from which they
showered their missiles to break the ranks
of the Trojans. The others, therefore, with
their heavy armour bore the brunt of the
fight with the Trojans and with Hector, while
the Locrians shot from behind, under their
cover; and thus the Trojans began to lose
heart, for the arrows threw them into
confusion.
The Trojans would now have been driven in
sorry plight from the ships and tents back
to windy Ilius, had not Polydamas
presently said to Hector, "Hector, there is no
persuading you to take advice. Because
heaven has so richly endowed you with the arts
of war, you think that you must therefore
excel others in counsel; but you cannot thus
claim preeminence in all things. Heaven
has made one man an excellent soldier; of
another it has made a dancer or a singer
and player on the lyre; while yet in another
Jove has implanted a wise understanding of
which men reap fruit to the saving of many,
and he himself knows more about it than
any one; therefore I will say what I think will
be best. The fight has hemmed you in as
with a circle of fire, and even now that the
Trojans are within the wall some of them
stand aloof in full armour, while others are
fighting scattered and outnumbered near
the ships. Draw back, therefore, and call your
chieftains round you, that we may advise
together whether to fall now upon the ships in
the hope that heaven may vouchsafe us
victory, or to beat a retreat while we can yet
safely do so. I greatly fear that the
Achaeans will pay us their debt of yesterday in full,
for there is one abiding at their ships
who is never weary of battle, and who will not hold
aloof much longer."
Thus spoke Polydamas, and his words
pleased Hector well. He sprang in full armour
from his chariot and said, "Polydamas,
gather the chieftains here; I will go yonder into
the fight, but will return at once when I
have given them their orders."
He then sped onward, towering like a snowy
mountain, and with a loud cry flew
through the ranks of the Trojans and their
allies. When they heard his voice they all
hastened to gather round Polydamas the
excellent son of Panthous, but Hector kept on
among the foremost, looking everywhere to
find Deiphobus and prince Helenus,
Adamas son of Asius, and Asius son of
Hyrtacus; living, indeed, and scatheless he
could no longer find them, for the two
last were lying by the sterns of the Achaean
ships, slain by the Argives, while the
others had been also stricken and wounded by
them; but upon the left wing of the dread
battle he found Alexandrus, husband of lovely
Helen, cheering his men and urging them on
to fight. He went up to him and upbraided
him. "Paris," said he, "evil-hearted
Paris, fair to see but woman-mad and false of
tongue, where are Deiphobus and King
Helenus? Where are Adamas son of Asius, and
Asius son of Hyrtacus? Where too is
Othryoneus? Ilius is undone and will now surely
fall!"
Alexandrus answered, "Hector, why find
fault when there is no one to find fault with? I
should hold aloof from battle on any day
rather than this, for my mother bore me with
nothing of the coward about me. From the
moment when you set our men fighting about
the ships we have been staying here and
doing battle with the Danaans. Our comrades
about whom you ask me are dead; Deiphobus
and King Helenus alone have left the
field, wounded both of them in the hand,
but the son of Saturn saved them alive. Now,
therefore, lead on where you would have us
go, and we will follow with right goodwill;
you shall not find us fail you in so far
as our strength holds out, but no man can do more
than in him lies, no matter how willing he
may be."
With these words he satisfied his brother,
and the two went towards the part of the
battle where the fight was thickest, about
Cebriones, brave Polydamas, Phalces,
Orthaeus, godlike Polyphetes, Palmys,
Ascanius, and Morys son of Hippotion, who
had come from fertile Ascania on the
preceding day to relieve other troops. Then Jove
urged them on to fight. They flew forth
like the blasts of some fierce wind that strike
earth in the van of a thunderstorm- they
buffet the salt sea into an uproar; many and
mighty are the great waves that come
crashing in one after the other upon the shore with
their arching heads all crested with foam-
even so did rank behind rank of Trojans
arrayed in gleaming armour follow their
leaders onward. The way was led by Hector
son of Priam, peer of murderous Mars, with
his round shield before him- his shield of
ox-hides covered with plates of bronze-
and his gleaming helmet upon his temples. He
kept stepping forward under cover of his
shield in every direction, making trial of the
ranks to see if they would give way be
him, but he could not daunt the courage of the
Achaeans. Ajax was the first to stride out
and challenge him. "Sir," he cried, "draw near;
why do you think thus vainly to dismay the
Argives? We Achaeans are excellent
soldiers, but the scourge of Jove has
fallen heavily upon us. Your heart, forsooth, is set
on destroying our ships, but we too have
bands that can keep you at bay, and your own
fair town shall be sooner taken and sacked
by ourselves. The time is near when you
shall pray Jove and all the gods in your
flight, that your steeds may be swifter than
hawks as they raise the dust on the plain
and bear you back to your city."
As he was thus speaking a bird flew by
upon his right hand, and the host of the
Achaeans shouted, for they took heart at
the omen. But Hector answered, "Ajax,
braggart and false of tongue, would that I
were as sure of being son for evermore to
aegis-bearing Jove, with Queen Juno for my
mother, and of being held in like honour
with Minerva and Apollo, as I am that this
day is big with the destruction of the
Achaeans; and you shall fall among them if
you dare abide my spear; it shall rend your
fair body and bid you glut our hounds and
birds of prey with your fat and your flesh, as
you fall by the ships of the
Achaeans."
With these words he led the way and the
others followed after with a cry that rent the
air, while the host shouted behind them.
The Argives on their part raised a shout
likewise, nor did they forget their
prowess, but stood firm against the onslaught of the
Trojan chieftains, and the cry from both
the hosts rose up to heaven and to the
brightness of Jove's presence.