Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
So spake he, and into that other bright-eyed Athene breathed might, and
he began slaying on this side and on that, and hideously went up their
groaning, as they were smitten with the sword, and the earth was
reddened with blood. And like as a lion cometh on flocks without a
herdsman, on goats or sheep, and leaps upon them with evil will, so set
the son of Tydeus on the men of Thrace, till he had slain twelve. But
whomsoever the son of Tydeus drew near and smote with the sword, him
did Odysseus of the many counsels seize by the foot from behind, and
drag him out of the way, with this design in his heart, that the
fair-maned horses might lightly issue forth, and not tremble in spirit,
when they trod over the dead; for they were not yet used to dead men.
But when the son of Tydeus came upon the king, he was the thirteenth
from whom he took sweet life away, as he was breathing hard, for an
evil dream stood above his head that night, even the seed of Oineus,
through the device of Athene. Meanwhile the hardy Odysseus loosed the
whole-hooved horses, and bound them together with thongs, and drave
them out of the press, smiting them with his bow, since he had not
taken thought to lift the shining whip with his hands from the
well-dight chariot: then he whistled for a sign to noble Diomedes.
But Diomedes stood and pondered what most daring deed he might do,
whether he should take the chariot, where lay the fair-dight armour,
and drag it out by the pole, or lift it upon high, and so bear it
forth, or whether he should take the life away from yet more of the
Thracians. And while he was pondering this in his heart, then Athene
drew near, and stood, and spake to noble Diomedes: “Bethink thee of
returning, O son of great-hearted Tydeus, to the hollow ships, lest
perchance thou come thither in flight, and perchance another god rouse
up the Trojans likewise.”
So spake she, and he observed the voice of the utterance of the
goddess, and swiftly he sprang upon the steeds, and Odysseus smote them
with his bow, and they sped to the swift ships of the Achaians.
Nay, nor a vain watch kept Apollo of the silver bow, when he beheld
Athene caring for the son of Tydeus; in wrath against her he stole
among the crowded press of Trojans, and aroused a counsellor of the
Thracians, Hippokoon, the noble kinsman of Rhesos. And he started out
of sleep, when he beheld the place desolate where the swift horses had
stood, and beheld the men gasping in the death struggle; then he
groaned aloud, and called out by name to his comrade dear. And a
clamour arose and din unspeakable of the Trojans hasting together, and
they marvelled at the terrible deeds, even all that the heroes had
wrought, and had gone thereafter to the hollow ships.
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