Farthest removed of all, are Thracian powers Newly arrived; among them Rhesus sleeps, Son of Eïoneus, their Chief and King. His steeds I saw, the fairest by these eyes Ever beheld, and loftiest; snow itself520 They pass in whiteness, and in speed the winds, With gold and silver all his chariot burns, And he arrived in golden armor clad Stupendous! little suited to the state Of mortal man—fit for a God to wear!525 Now, either lead me to your gallant fleet, Or where ye find me leave me straitly bound Till ye return, and after trial made, Shall know if I have spoken false or true. But him brave Diomede with aspect stern530 Answer’d. Since, Dolon! thou art caught, although Thy tidings have been good, hope not to live; For should we now release thee and dismiss, Thou wilt revisit yet again the fleet A spy or open foe; but smitten once535 By this death-dealing arm, thou shall return To render mischief to the Greeks no more. He ceased, and Dolon would have stretch’d his hand Toward his beard, and pleaded hard for life, But with his falchion, rising to the blow,540 On the mid-neck he smote him, cutting sheer Both tendons with a stroke so swift, that ere His tongue had ceased, his head was in the dust.[18] They took his helmet clothed with ferret’s felt, Stripp’d off his wolf-skin, seized his bow and spear,545 And brave Ulysses lifting in his hand The trophy to Minerva, pray’d and said: Hail Goddess; these are thine! for thee of all Who in Olympus dwell, we will invoke First to our aid. Now also guide our steps,550 Propitious, to the Thracian tents and steeds. He ceased, and at arm’s-length the lifted spoils Hung on a tamarisk; but mark’d the spot, Plucking away with handful grasp the reeds And spreading boughs, lest they should seek the prize555 Themselves in vain, returning ere the night, Swift traveller, should have fled before the dawn. Thence, o’er the bloody champain strew’d with arms Proceeding, to the Thracian lines they came. They, wearied, slept profound; beside them lay,560 In triple order regular arranged, Their radiant armor, and their steeds in pairs. Amid them Rhesus slept, and at his side His coursers, to the outer chariot-ring Fasten’d secure. Ulysses saw him first,565 And, seeing, mark’d him out to Diomede. Behold the man, Tydides! Lo! the steeds By Dolon specified whom we have slain. Be quick. Exert thy force. Arm’d as thou art, Sleep not. Loose thou the steeds, or slaughter thou570 The Thracians, and the steeds shall be my care. He ceased; then blue-eyed Pallas with fresh force Invigor’d Diomede. From side to side He slew; dread groans arose of dying men Hewn with the sword, and the earth swam with blood.575 As if he find a flock unguarded, sheep Or goats, the lion rushes on his prey, With such unsparing force Tydides smote The men of Thrace, till he had slaughter’d twelve; And whom Tydides with his falchion struck580 Laertes’ son dragg’d by his feet abroad, Forecasting that the steeds might pass with ease,