Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
So said he, and all the sons of the Achaians shouted aloud, applauding
the saying of horse-taming Diomedes. Then knightly Nestor arose and
said amid them: “Tydeides, in battle art thou passing mighty, and in
council art thou best among thine equals in years; none of all the
Achaians will make light of thy word nor gainsay it; but thou hast not
made a full end of thy words. Moreover thou art a young man indeed, and
mightest even be my son, my youngest-born; yet thou counsellest
prudently the princes of the Achaians, because thou speakest according
unto right. But lo, I that avow me to be older than thou will speak
forth and expound everything; neither shall any man despise my saying,
not even the lord Agamemnon. A tribeless, lawless, homeless man is he
that loveth bitter civil strife. Howbeit now let us yield to black
night and make ready now let us yield to black night and make ready our
meal; and let the sentinels bestow them severally along the deep-delved
foss without the wall. This charge give I to the young men; and thou,
Atreides, lead then the way, for thou art the most royal. Spread thou a
feast for the councillors; that is thy place and seemly for thee. Thy
huts are full of wine that the ships of the Achaians bring thee by day
from Thrace across the wide sea; all entertainment is for thee, being
king over many. In the gathering of many shalt thou listen to him that
deviseth the most excellent counsel; sore need have all the Achaians of
such as is good and prudent, because hard by the ships our foemen are
burning their watch-fires in multitude; what man can rejoice thereat?
This night shall either destroy or save the host.”
So said he, and they gladly hearkened to him and obeyed. Forth sallied
the sentinels in their harness, around Thrasymedes Nestor’s son,
shepherd of the host, and Askalaphos and Ialmenos sons of Ares, and
Meriones and Aphareus and Deïpyros and Kreion’s son noble Lykomedes.
Seven were the captains of the sentinels, and with each went fivescore
young men bearing their long spears in their hands; and they took post
midway betwixt foss and wall, and kindled a fire and made ready each
man his meal.
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