Achilles (Mythological character) -- Juvenile literature; Trojan War -- Juvenile literature
But all the while Hector, with Ares at his side, dealt death and
destruction through the ranks of the Greeks. Hera and Athene saw him
where they sat on the top of Olympus, and were wroth. So they went
to Father Zeus, and prayed that it might be lawful to them to stop
him in his fury. And Zeus said, "Be it as you will." So they yoked
the horses to the chariot of Hera and passed down to earth, the
horses flying at every stride over so much space as a man sees who
sits upon a cliff and looks across the sea to where it meets the sky.
They alighted on the spot where the two rivers join their streams.
There they loosed the horses from the yoke, and then sped like doves
to where the bravest of the Greeks stood round King Diomed. There
Hera took the shape of Stentor with the lungs of bronze, whose voice
was as the voice of fifty men, and cried: "Shame, men of Greece!
When Achilles went to the battle, the men of Troy came not beyond the
gates, but now they fight far from the city, even by the ships." But
Athene went to Diomed, where he stood wiping away the blood from the
wound where Pandarus had struck him with the arrow. And she spake:
"Surely the son of Tydeus is little like to his sire. Small of
stature was he, but a keen fighter. But thou--whether it be
weariness or fear that keeps thee back I know not--canst scarcely be
a true son of Tydeus."
Ty'-deus.
But Diomed answered: "Nay, great goddess, for I know thee who thou
art, daughter of Zeus, it is not weariness or fear that keeps me
back. 'Tis thy own command that I heed. Thou didst bid me fight
with none other of the immortal gods but only with Aphrodite, should
she come to the battle. Therefore I give place, for I see Ares
lording it through the ranks of war."
Then Athene spake: "Heed not Ares; drive thy chariot at him, and
smite him with the spear. This very morning he promised that he
would help the Greeks, and now he hath changed his purpose."
And as she spake she pushed Sthenelus, who drove the chariot, so that
he leapt out upon the ground, and she mounted herself and caught the
reins and lashed the horses. But Athene had donned the helmet of
Hades, which whosoever puts on straightway becomes invisible, for she
would not that Ares should see who she was. The god saw Diomed come
near, and cast his spear over the yoke of the chariot, eager to slay
the hero. But Athene caught the spear in her hand, and turned it
aside, so that it flew vainly through the air. Then Diomed in turn
thrust forward his spear, and Athene leant upon it, so that it
pierced the loin of Ares, where his girdle was clasped. And Ares
shouted with the pain, loud as a host of men, thousands nine or ten,
shouts when it joins in battle. And the Greeks and Trojans trembled
as they heard. And Diomed saw the god go up to Olympus as a
thunder-cloud goes up when the wind of the south blows hot.
Ha'-des, the god of the underworld.
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