Then Euryalus slew Dresus and Opheltius, and went on after Aesepus and Pedasus, whom on a time the fountain-nymph Abarbarea bare to peerless Bucolion. Howbeit of all these was there not one on this day to meet the foe before his face, and ward from him woeful destruction but Diomedes robbed the twain of life, himself and his squire Calesius, that was then the driver of his car so they two passed beneath the earth.
Him he was first to smite upon the horn of his helmet with thick crest of horse-hair,Īnd drave the spear into his forehead so that the point of bronze pierced within the bone and darkness enfolded his eyes.Īnd Diomedes, good at the war-cry, slew Axylus, Teuthras' son, that dwelt in well-built Arisbe, a man rich in substance, that was beloved of all men įor he dwelt in a home by the high-road and was wont to give entertainment to all. Then, when they were got together, he rose and spoke among them.So was the dread strife of the Trojans and Achaeans left to itself, and oft to this side and to that surged the battle over the plain, as they aimed one at the other their bronze-tipped spears between the Simoïs and the streams of Xanthus.Īias, son of Telamon, bulwark of the Achaeans was first to break a battalion of the Trojans, and to bring a light of deliverance to his comrades, for he smote a man that was chiefest among the Thracians, even Eüssorus' son Acamas, a valiant man and tall. First he smote their mules and their hounds, but presently he aimed his shafts at the people themselves, and all day long the pyres of the dead were burning.įor nine whole days he shot his arrows among the people, but upon the tenth day Achilles called them in assembly-moved thereto by Juno, who saw the Achaeans in their death-throes and had compassion upon them. He sat himself down away from the ships with a face as dark as night, and his silver bow rang death as he shot his arrow in the midst of them. He came down furious from the summits of Olympus, with his bow and his quiver upon his shoulder, and the arrows rattled on his back with the rage that trembled within him. Thus did he pray, and Apollo heard his prayer.
If I have ever decked your temple with garlands, or burned your thigh-bones in fat of bulls or goats, grant my prayer, and let your arrows avenge these my tears upon the Danaans.’
‘Hear me,’ he cried, ‘O god of the silver bow, that protectest Chryse and holy Cilla and rulest Tenedos with thy might, hear me oh thou of Sminthe. Not a word he spoke, but went by the shore of the sounding sea and prayed apart to King Apollo whom lovely Leto had borne.
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