Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
their hands to all the gods prayed each one instantly. But Hector
wheeled round his beauteous-maned steeds this way and that, and his
eyes were as the eyes of Gorgon or Ares bane of mortals.
* νευρήν may mean “the sinew of his arm.”
Now at the sight of them the white-armed goddess Hera had compassion,
and anon spake winged words to Athene: “Out on it, thou child of
aegis-bearing Zeus, shall not we twain any more take thought for the
Danaans that perish, if only for this last time? Now will they fill up
the measure of evil destiny and perish by one man’s onslaught; seeing
that he is furious now beyond endurance, this Hector son of Priam, and
verily hath wrought many a deed of ill.”
And the bright-eyed goddess Athene made answer to her, “Yea in good
sooth, may this fellow yield up strength and life, and perish at the
Argives’ hands in his native land; only mine own sire is furious, with
no good intent, headstrong, ever sinful, the foiler of my purposes.
Neither remembereth he at all those many times and oft that I saved his
son fordone with Eurystheus’ tasks. For he would make lament toward
heaven, and me would Zeus speed forth from heaven to succour him. Had I
but known all this in my prudent heart, what time Eurystheus sent him
forth to the house of Hades the Warder of the Gate, to bring from
Erebos the hound of loathed Hades, then had he not escaped the sheer
stream of the water of Styx. But now Zeus hateth me, and fulfilleth the
purposes of Thetis, that kissed his knees and with her hand touched his
beard, beseeching him to do honour to Achilles waster of cities. Verily
the day shall come when he shall call me again his bright-eyed darling.
But now make thou ready our whole-hooved horses, while I enter into the
palace of aegis-bearing Zeus and gird me in my armour for battle, that
I may see if Priam’s son, Hector of the glancing helm, shall be glad at
the appearing of us twain amid the highways of the battle. Surely shall
many a Trojan likewise glut dogs and birds with fat and flesh, fallen
dead at the ships of the Achaians.”
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