Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
So saying she aroused the spirit and soul of every man. And to
Tydeides’ side sprang the bright-eyed goddess Athene. That lord she
found beside his horses and chariot, cooling the wound that Pandaros
with his dart had pierced, for his sweat vexed it by reason of the
broad baldrick of his round shield; therewith was he vexed and his arm
grew weary, so he was lifting up the baldrick and wiping away the dusky
blood. Then the goddess laid her hand on his horses’ yoke, and said:
“Of a truth Tydeus begat a son little after his own likeness. Tydeus
was short of stature, but a man of war; yea even when I would not have
him fight nor make display—what time he came apart from the Achaians on
an embassage to Thebes, to the midst of the multitude of the Kadmeians,
I bade him feast in their halls at peace; but he, possessing his
valiant soul as of old time, challenged the young men of the Kadmeians
and in everything vanquished them [easily; so sure a helper was I unto
him]. But for thee, beside thee stand I and guard thee and with all my
heart bid thee fight the Trojans; yet either hath weariness of much
striving entered into thy limbs, or disheartening terror hath taken
hold of thee. If that be so, no offspring art thou of Tydeus, the wise
son of Oineus.”
And stalwart Diomedes made answer to her and said: “I know thee,
goddess daughter of aegis-bearing Zeus: therefore with my whole heart
will I tell thee my thought and hide it not. Neither hath disheartening
terror taken hold upon me, nor any faintness, but I am still mindful of
thy behest that thou didst lay upon me. Thou forbadest me to fight face
to face with all the blessed gods, save only if Zeus’ daughter
Aphrodite should enter into battle, then to wound her with the keen
bronze. Therefore do I now give ground myself and have bidden all the
Argives likewise to gather here together; for I discern Ares lording it
in the fray.”
Then the bright-eyed goddess Athene answered him: “Diomedes son of
Tydeus, thou joy of mine heart, fear thou, for that, neither Ares nor
any other of the immortals; so great a helper am I to thee. Go to now,
at Ares first guide thou thy whole-hooved horses, and smite him hand to
hand, nor have any awe of impetuous Ares, raving here, a curse
incarnate, the renegade that of late in converse with me and Hera
pledged him to fight against the Trojans and give succour to the
Argives, but now consorteth with the Trojans and hath forgotten these.”
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