Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
Thus spake he in defiance, and goodly Achilles lifted the Pelian ash:
but the warrior Asteropaios hurled with both spears together, for he
could use both hands alike, and with the one spear smote the shield,
but pierced it not right through, for the gold stayed it, the gift of a
god; and with the other he grazed the elbow of Achilles’ right arm, and
there leapt forth dark blood, but the point beyond him fixed itself in
the earth, eager to batten on flesh. Then in his turn Achilles hurled
on Asteropaios his straight-flying ash, fain to have slain him, but
missed the man and struck the high bank, and quivering half its length
in the bank he left the ashen spear. Then the son of Peleus drew his
sharp sword from his thigh and leapt fiercely at him, and he availed
not to draw with his stout hand Achilles’ ashen shaft from the steep
bank. Thrice shook he it striving to draw it forth, and thrice gave up
the strain, but the fourth time he was fain to bend and break the ashen
spear of the seed of Aiakos, but ere that Achilles closing on him reft
him of life with his sword. For in the belly he smote him beside the
navel, and all his bowels gushed out to the earth, and darkness covered
his eyes as he lay gasping. Then Achilles trampling on his breast
stripped off his armour and spake exultingly: “Lie there! It is hard to
strive against children of Kronos’ mighty son, even though one be
sprung from a River-god. Thou truly declarest thyself the seed of a
wide-flowing River, but I avow me of the linkage of great Zeus. My sire
is a man ruling many Myrmidons, Peleus the son of Aiakos, and Aiakos
was begotten of Zeus. As Zeus is mightier than seaward-murmuring
rivers, so is the seed of Zeus made mightier than the seed of a river.
Nay, there is hard beside thee a great river, if he may anywise avail;
but against Zeus the son of Kronos it is not possible to fight. For him
not even king Acheloios is match, nor yet the great strength of
deep-flowing Ocean, from whom all rivers flow and every sea, and all
springs and deep wells: yea, even he hath fear of the lightning of
great Zeus and his dread thunder, when it pealeth out of heaven.”
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