Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
Thus having said, she forced Sthenelus from his horses to the ground,
dragging him back with her hand; but he promptly leaped down. Then the
goddess herself, infuriate, ascended the chariot beside noble Diomede,
and greatly did the beechen axle groan under the weight; for it bore a
dreadful goddess and a very brave hero. Then Pallas Minerva seized the
scourge and the reins. Straightway she drove the solid-hoofed steeds
against Mars first. He, indeed, had just slain huge Periphas, the
illustrious son of Ochesius, by far the bravest of the Ætolians. Him
indeed gore-stained Mars slew; but Minerva put on the helmet of Pluto
that impetuous Mars might not see her.
But when man-slaughtering Mars saw noble Diomede, he suffered huge
Periphas to lie there, where first slaying him he had taken away his
life, but he went straight against horse breaking Diomede. And when
these came near, advancing against each other, Mars first, over the
yoke and the reins of the steeds, stretched himself forward with his
brazen spear, eager to take away his life. It then the azure-eyed
goddess Minerva having caught in her hand, turned from the chariot, so
as to be borne away in vain. But next Diomede, valiant in the din of
war, made the attack with his brazen spear; and Pallas Minerva firmly
fastened it in his lowest flank, where he was girt with his belt. In
that very part striking, she wounded him, and tore his beautiful skin,
and drew out the spear again. Then roared brazen Mars, as loud as nine
or ten thousand men roar in war, joining the strife of battle. And then
fear seized the terrified Greeks and Trojans, so loud bellowed Mars,
insatiate of war.
And as when from the clouds, a gloomy haze appears, a heavy-blowing
wind arising from heat; such did brazen Mars appear to Diomede, son of
Tydeus, going amid the clouds into the broad heaven. Quickly he reached
lofty Olympus, the seat of the gods, and sat near Saturnian Jove,
grieving in his heart, and showed the immortal blood flowing down from
the wound, and complaining, he spoke winged words:
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