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The Iliad: Book 21 Analysis

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The Iliad850 B.C.Now when they came to the ford of the full-flowing river Xanthus,

begotten of immortal Jove, Achilles cut their forces in two: one

half he chased over the plain towards the city by the same way that

the Achaeans had taken when flying panic-stricken on the preceding day

with Hector in full triumph; this way did they fly pell-mell, and Juno

sent down a thick mist in front of them to stay them. The other half

were hemmed in by the deep silver-eddying stream, and fell into it

with a great uproar. The waters resounded, and the banks rang again,

as they swam hither and thither with loud cries amid the whirling

eddies. As locusts flying to a river before the blast of a grass fire-

the flame comes on and on till at last it overtakes them and they

huddle into the water- even so was the eddying stream of Xanthus

filled with the uproar of men and horses, all struggling in

confusion before Achilles.Forthwith the hero left his spear upon the bank, leaning it

against a tamarisk bush, and plunged into the river like a god,

armed with his sword only. Fell was his purpose as he hewed the

Trojans down on every side. Their dying groans rose hideous as the

sword smote them, and the river ran red with blood. As when fish fly

scared before a huge dolphin, and fill every nook and corner of some

fair haven- for he is sure to eat all he can catch- even so did the

Trojans cower under the banks of the mighty river, and when

Achilles' arms grew weary with killing them, he drew twelve youths

alive out of the water, to sacrifice in revenge for Patroclus son of

Menoetius. He drew them out like dazed fawns, bound their hands behind

them with the girdles of their own shirts, and gave them over to his

men to take back to the ships. Then he sprang into the river,

thirsting for still further blood.There he found Lycaon, son of Priam seed of Dardanus, as he was

escaping out of the water; he it was whom he had once taken prisoner

when he was in his father's vineyard, having set upon him by night, as

he was cutting young shoots from a wild fig-tree to make the wicker

sides of a chariot. Achilles then caught him to his sorrow unawares,

and sent him by sea to Lemnos, where the son of Jason bought him.

But a guest-friend, Eetion of Imbros, freed him with a great sum,

and sent him to Arisbe, whence he had escaped and returned to his

father's house. He had spent eleven days happily with his friends

after he had come from Lemnos, but on the twelfth heaven again

delivered him into the hands of Achilles, who was to send him to the

house of Hades sorely against his will. He was unarmed when Achilles

caught sight of him, and had neither helmet nor shield; nor yet had he

any spear, for he had thrown all his armour from him on to the bank,

and was sweating with his struggles to get out of the river, so that

his strength was now failing him.Then Achilles said to himself in his surprise, "What marvel do I see

here? If this man can come back alive after having been sold over into

Lemnos, I shall have the Trojans also whom I have slain rising from

the world below. Could not even the waters of the grey sea imprison

him, as they do many another whether he will or no? This time let

him taste my spear, that I may know for certain whether mother earth

who can keep even a strong man down, will be able to hold him, or

whether thence too he will return."Thus did he pause and ponder. But Lycaon came up to him dazed and

trying hard to embrace his knees, for he would fain live, not die.

Achilles thrust at him with his spear, meaning to kill him, but Lycaon

ran crouching up to him and caught his knees, whereby the spear passed

over his back, and stuck in the ground, hungering though it was for

blood. With one hand he caught Achilles' knees as he besought him, and

with the other he clutched the spear and would not let it go. Then

he said, "Achilles, have mercy upon me and spare me, for I am your

suppliant. It was in your tents that I first broke bread on the day

when you took me prisoner in the vineyard; after which you sold away

to Lemnos far from my father and my friends, and I brought you the

price of a hundred oxen. I have paid three times as much to gain my

freedom; it is but twelve days that I have come to Ilius after much

suffering, and now cruel fate has again thrown me into your hands.

Surely father Jove must hate me, that he has given me over to you a

second time. Short of life indeed did my mother Laothoe bear me,

daughter of aged Altes- of Altes who reigns over the warlike Lelegae

and holds steep Pedasus on the river Satnioeis. Priam married his

daughter along with many other women and two sons were born of her,

both of whom you will have slain. Your spear slew noble Polydorus as

he was fighting in the front ranks, and now evil will here befall

me, for I fear that I shall not escape you since heaven has delivered

me over to you. Furthermore I say, and lay my saying to your heart,

spare me, for I am not of the same womb as Hector who slew your

brave and noble comrade."With such words did the princely son of Priam beseech Achilles;

but Achilles answered him sternly. "Idiot," said he, "talk not to me

of ransom. Until Patroclus fell I preferred to give the Trojans

quarter, and sold beyond the sea many of those whom I had taken alive;

but now not a man shall live of those whom heaven delivers into my

hands before the city of Ilius- and of all Trojans it shall fare

hardest with the sons of Priam. Therefore, my friend, you too shall

die. Why should you whine in this way? Patroclus fell, and he was a

better man than you are. I too- see you not how I am great and goodly?

I am son to a noble father, and have a goddess for my mother, but

the hands of doom and death overshadow me all as surely. The day

will come, either at dawn or dark, or at the noontide, when one

shall take my life also in battle, either with his spear, or with an

arrow sped from his bow."Thus did he speak, and Lycaon's heart sank within him. He loosed his

hold of the spear, and held out both hands before him; but Achilles

drew his keen blade, and struck him by the collar-bone on his neck; he

plunged his two-edged sword into him to the very hilt, whereon he

lay at full length on the ground, with the dark blood welling from him

till the earth was soaked. Then Achilles caught him by the foot and

flung him into the river to go down stream, vaunting over him the

while, and saying, "Lie there among the fishes, who will lick the

blood from your wound and gloat over it; your mother shall not lay you

on any bier to mourn you, but the eddies of Scamander shall bear you

into the broad bosom of the sea. There shall the fishes feed on the

fat of Lycaon as they dart under the dark ripple of the waters- so

perish all of you till we reach the citadel of strong Ilius- you in

flight, and I following after to destroy you. The river with its broad

silver stream shall serve you in no stead, for all the bulls you

offered him and all the horses that you flung living into his

waters. None the less miserably shall you perish till there is not a

man of you but has paid in full for the death of Patroclus and the

havoc you wrought among the Achaeans whom you have slain while I

held aloof from battle."So spoke Achilles, but the river grew more and more angry, and

pondered within himself how he should stay the hand of Achilles and

save the Trojans from disaster. Meanwhile the son of Peleus, spear

in hand, sprang upon Asteropaeus son of Pelegon to kill him. He was

son to the broad river Axius and Periboea eldest daughter of

Acessamenus; for the river had lain with her. Asteropaeus stood up out

of the water to face him with a spear in either hand, and Xanthus

filled him with courage, being angry for the death of the youths

whom Achilles was slaying ruthlessly within his waters. When they were

close up with one another Achilles was first to speak. "Who and whence

are you," said he, "who dare to face me? Woe to the parents whose

son stands up against me." And the son of Pelegon answered, "Great son

of Peleus, why should you ask my lineage. I am from the fertile land

of far Paeonia, captain of the Paeonians, and it is now eleven days

that I am at Ilius. I am of the blood of the river Axius- of Axius

that is the fairest of all rivers that run. He begot the famed warrior

Pelegon, whose son men call me. Let us now fight, Achilles."Thus did he defy him, and Achilles raised his spear of Pelian ash.

Asteropaeus failed with both his spears, for he could use both hands

alike; with the one spear he struck Achilles' shield, but did not

pierce it, for the layer of gold, gift of the god, stayed the point;

with the other spear he grazed the elbow of Achilles! right arm

drawing dark blood, but the spear itself went by him and fixed

itself in the ground, foiled of its bloody banquet. Then Achilles,

fain to kill him, hurled his spear at Asteropaeus, but failed to hit

him and struck the steep bank of the river, driving the spear half its

length into the earth. The son of Peleus then drew his sword and

sprang furiously upon him. Asteropaeus vainly tried to draw

Achilles' spear out of the bank by main force; thrice did he tug at

it, trying with all his might to draw it out, and thrice he had to

leave off trying; the fourth time he tried to bend and break it, but

ere he could do so Achilles smote him with his sword and killed him.

He struck him in the belly near the navel, so that all his bowels came

gushing out on to the ground, and the darkness of death came over

him as he lay gasping. Then Achilles set his foot on his chest and

spoiled him of his armour, vaunting over him and saying, "Lie there-

begotten of a river though you be, it is hard for you to strive with

the offspring of Saturn's son. You declare yourself sprung from the

blood of a broad river, but I am of the seed of mighty Jove. My father

is Peleus, son of Aeacus ruler over the many Myrmidons, and Aeacus was

the son of Jove. Therefore as Jove is mightier than any river that

flows into the sea, so are his children stronger than those of any

river whatsoever. Moreover you have a great river hard by if he can be

of any use to you, but there is no fighting against Jove the son of

Saturn, with whom not even King Achelous can compare, nor the mighty

stream of deep-flowing Oceanus, from whom all rivers and seas with all

springs and deep wells proceed; even Oceanus fears the lightnings of

great Jove, and his thunder that comes crashing out of heaven."With this he drew his bronze spear out of the bank, and now that

he had killed Asteropaeus, he let him lie where he was on the sand,

with the dark water flowing over him and the eels and fishes busy

nibbling and gnawing the fat that was about his kidneys. Then he

went in chase of the Paeonians, who were flying along the bank of

the river in panic when they saw their leader slain by the hands of

the son of Peleus. Therein he slew Thersilochus, Mydon, Astypylus,

Mnesus, Thrasius, Oeneus, and Ophelestes, and he would have slain

yet others, had not the river in anger taken human form, and spoken to

him from out the deep waters saying, "Achilles, if you excel all in

strength, so do you also in wickedness, for the gods are ever with you

to protect you: if, then, the son of Saturn has vouchsafed it to you

to destroy all the Trojans, at any rate drive them out of my stream,

and do your grim work on land. My fair waters are now filled with

corpses, nor can I find any channel by which I may pour myself into

the sea for I am choked with dead, and yet you go on mercilessly

slaying. I am in despair, therefore, O captain of your host, trouble

me no further."Achilles answered, "So be it, Scamander, Jove-descended; but I

will never cease dealing out death among the Trojans, till I have pent

them up in their city, and made trial of Hector face to face, that I

may learn whether he is to vanquish me, or I him."As he spoke he set upon the Trojans with a fury like that of the

gods. But the river said to Apollo, "Surely, son of Jove, lord of

the silver bow, you are not obeying the commands of Jove who charged

you straitly that you should stand by the Trojans and defend them,

till twilight fades, and darkness is over an the earth."Meanwhile Achilles sprang from the bank into mid-stream, whereon the

river raised a high wave and attacked him. He swelled his stream

into a torrent, and swept away the many dead whom Achilles had slain

and left within his waters. These he cast out on to the land,

bellowing like a bull the while, but the living he saved alive, hiding

them in his mighty eddies. The great and terrible wave gathered

about Achilles, falling upon him and beating on his shield, so that he

could not keep his feet; he caught hold of a great elm-tree, but it

came up by the roots, and tore away the bank, damming the stream

with its thick branches and bridging it all across; whereby Achilles

struggled out of the stream, and fled full speed over the plain, for

he was afraid.But the mighty god ceased not in his pursuit, and sprang upon him

with a dark-crested wave, to stay his hands and save the Trojans

from destruction. The son of Peleus darted away a spear's throw from

him; swift as the swoop of a black hunter-eagle which is the strongest

and fleetest of all birds, even so did he spring forward, and the

armour rang loudly about his breast. He fled on in front, but the

river with a loud roar came tearing after. As one who would water

his garden leads a stream from some fountain over his plants, and

all his ground-spade in hand he clears away the dams to free the

channels, and the little stones run rolling round and round with the

water as it goes merrily down the bank faster than the man can follow-

even so did the river keep catching up with Achilles albeit he was a

fleet runner, for the gods are stronger than men. As often as he would

strive to stand his ground, and see whether or no all the gods in

heaven were in league against him, so often would the mighty wave come

beating down upon his shoulders, and be would have to keep flying on

and on in great dismay; for the angry flood was tiring him out as it

flowed past him and ate the ground from under his feet.Then the son of Peleus lifted up his voice to heaven saying, "Father

Jove, is there none of the gods who will take pity upon me, and save

me from the river? I do not care what may happen to me afterwards. I

blame none of the other dwellers on Olympus so severely as I do my

dear mother, who has beguiled and tricked me. She told me I was to

fall under the walls of Troy by the flying arrows of Apollo; would

that Hector, the best man among the Trojans, might there slay me; then

should I fall a hero by the hand of a hero; whereas now it seems

that I shall come to a most pitiable end, trapped in this river as

though I were some swineherd's boy, who gets carried down a torrent

while trying to cross it during a storm."As soon as he had spoken thus, Neptune and Minerva came up to him in

the likeness of two men, and took him by the hand to reassure him.

Neptune spoke first. "Son of Peleus," said he, "be not so exceeding

fearful; we are two gods, come with Jove's sanction to assist you,

I, and Pallas Minerva. It is not your fate to perish in this river; he

will abate presently as you will see; moreover we strongly advise you,

if you will be guided by us, not to stay your hand from fighting

till you have pent the Trojan host within the famed walls of Ilius- as

many of them as may escape. Then kill Hector and go back to the ships,

for we will vouchsafe you a triumph over him."When they had so said they went back to the other immortals, but

Achilles strove onward over the plain, encouraged by the charge the

gods had laid upon him. All was now covered with the flood of

waters, and much goodly armour of the youths that had been slain was

rifting about, as also many corpses, but he forced his way against the

stream, speeding right onwards, nor could the broad waters stay him,

for Minerva had endowed him with great strength. Nevertheless

Scamander did not slacken in his pursuit, but was still more furious

with the son of Peleus. He lifted his waters into a high crest and

cried aloud to Simois saying, "Dear brother, let the two of us unite

to save this man, or he will sack the mighty city of King Priam, and

the Trojans will not hold out against him. Help me at once; fill

your streams with water from their sources, rouse all your torrents to

a fury; raise your wave on high, and let snags and stones come

thundering down you that we may make an end of this savage creature

who is now lording it as though he were a god. Nothing shall serve him

longer, not strength nor comeliness, nor his fine armour, which

forsooth shall soon be lying low in the deep waters covered over

with mud. I will wrap him in sand, and pour tons of shingle round him,

so that the Achaeans shall not know how to gather his bones for the

silt in which I shall have hidden him, and when they celebrate his

funeral they need build no barrow."On this he upraised his tumultuous flood high against Achilles,

seething as it was with foam and blood and the bo&ies of the dead. The

dark waters of the river stood upright and would have overwhelmed

the son of Peleus, but Juno, trembling lest Achilles should be swept

away in the mighty torrent, lifted her voice on high and called out to

Vulcan her son. "Crook-foot," she cried, "my child, be up and doing,

for I deem it is with you that Xanthus is fain to fight; help us at

once, kindle a fierce fire; I will then bring up the west and the

white south wind in a mighty hurricane from the sea, that shall bear

the flames against the heads and armour of the Trojans and consume

them, while you go along the banks of Xanthus burning his trees and

wrapping him round with fire. Let him not turn you back neither by

fair words nor foul, and slacken not till I shout and tell you. Then

you may stay your flames."On this Vulcan kindled a fierce fire, which broke out first upon the

plain and burned the many dead whom Achilles had killed and whose

bodies were lying about in great numbers; by this means the plain

was dried and the flood stayed. As the north wind, blowing on an

orchard that has been sodden with autumn rain, soon dries it, and

the heart of the owner is glad- even so the whole plan was dried and

the dead bodies were consumed. Then he turned tongues of fire on to

the river. He burned the elms the willows and the tamarisks, the lotus

also, with the rushes and marshy herbage that grew abundantly by the

banks of the river. The eels and fishes that go darting about

everywhere in the water, these, too, were sorely harassed by the

flames that cunning Vulcan had kindled, and the river himself was

scalded, so that he spoke saying, "Vulcan, there is no god can hold

his own against you. I cannot fight you when you flare out your flames

in this way; strive with me no longer. Let Achilles drive the

Trojans out of city immediately. What have I to do with quarrelling

and helping people?"He was boiling as he spoke, and all his waters were seething. As a

cauldron upon 'a large fire boils when it is melting the lard of

some fatted hog, and the lard keeps bubbling up all over when the

dry faggots blaze under it- even so were the goodly waters of

Xanthus heated with the fire till they were boiling. He could flow

no longer but stayed his stream, so afflicted was he by the blasts

of fire which cunning Vulcan had raised. Then he prayed to Juno and

besought her saying, "Juno, why should your son vex my stream with

such especial fury? I am not so much to blame as all the others are

who have been helping the Trojans. I will leave off, since you so

desire it, and let son leave off also. Furthermore I swear never again

will I do anything to save the Trojans from destruction, not even when

all Troy is burning in the flames which the Achaeans will kindle."As soon as Juno heard this she said to her son Vulcan, "Son

Vulcan, hold now your flames; we ought not to use such violence

against a god for the sake of mortals."When she had thus spoken Vulcan quenched his flames, and the river

went back once more into his own fair bed.Xanthus was now beaten, so these two left off fighting, for Juno

stayed them though she was still angry; but a furious quarrel broke

out among the other gods, for they were of divided counsels. They fell

on one another with a mighty uproar- earth groaned, and the spacious

firmament rang out as with a blare of trumpets. Jove heard as he was

sitting on Olympus, and laughed for joy when he saw the gods coming to

blows among themselves. They were not long about beginning, and Mars

piercer of shields opened the battle. Sword in hand he sprang at

once upon Minerva and reviled her. "Why, vixen," said he, "have you

again set the gods by the ears in the pride and haughtiness of your

heart? Have you forgotten how you set Diomed son of Tydeus on to wound

me, and yourself took visible spear and drove it into me to the hurt

of my fair body? You shall now suffer for what you then did to me."As he spoke he struck her on the terrible tasselled aegis- so

terrible that not even can Jove's lightning pierce it. Here did

murderous Mars strike her with his great spear. She drew back and with

her strong hand seized a stone that was lying on the plain- great

and rugged and black- which men of old had set for the boundary of a

field. With this she struck Mars on the neck, and brought him down.

Nine roods did he cover in his fall, and his hair was all soiled in

the dust, while his armour rang rattling round him. But Minerva

laughed and vaunted over him saying, "Idiot, have you not learned

how far stronger I am than you, but you must still match yourself

against me? Thus do your mother's curses now roost upon you, for she

is angry and would do you mischief because you have deserted the

Achaeans and are helping the Trojans."She then turned her two piercing eyes elsewhere, whereon Jove's

daughter Venus took Mars by the hand and led him away groaning all the

time, for it was only with great difficulty that he had come to

himself again. When Queen Juno saw her, she said to Minerva, "Look,

daughter of aegis-bearing Jove, unweariable, that vixen Venus is again

taking Mars through the crowd out of the battle; go after her at

once."Thus she spoke. Minerva sped after Venus with a will, and made at

her, striking her on the bosom with her strong hand so that she fell

fainting to the ground, and there they both lay stretched at full

length. Then Minerva vaunted over her saying, "May all who help the

Trojans against the Argives prove just as redoubtable and stalwart

as Venus did when she came across me while she was helping Mars. Had

this been so, we should long since have ended the war by sacking the

strong city of Ilius."Juno smiled as she listened. Meanwhile King Neptune turned to Apollo

saying, "Phoebus, why should we keep each other at arm's length? it is

not well, now that the others have begun fighting; it will be

disgraceful to us if we return to Jove's bronze-floored mansion on

Olympus without having fought each other; therefore come on, you are

the younger of the two, and I ought not to attack you, for I am

older and have had more experience. Idiot, you have no sense, and

forget how we two alone of all the gods fared hardly round about Ilius

when we came from Jove's house and worked for Laomedon a whole year at

a stated wage and he gave us his orders. I built the Trojans the

wall about their city, so wide and fair that it might be

impregnable, while you, Phoebus, herded cattle for him in the dales of

many valleyed Ida. When, however, the glad hours brought round the

time of payment, mighty Laomedon robbed us of all our hire and sent us

off with nothing but abuse. He threatened to bind us hand and foot and

sell us over into some distant island. He tried, moreover, to cut

off the ears of both of us, so we went away in a rage, furious about

the payment he had promised us, and yet withheld; in spite of all

this, you are now showing favour to his people, and will not join us

in compassing the utter ruin of the proud Trojans with their wives and

children."And King Apollo answered, "Lord of the earthquake, you would have no

respect for me if I were to fight you about a pack of miserable

mortals, who come out like leaves in summer and eat the fruit of the

field, and presently fall lifeless to the ground. Let us stay this

fighting at once and let them settle it among themselves."He turned away as he spoke, for he would lay no hand on the

brother of his own father. But his sister the huntress Diana,

patroness of wild beasts, was very angry with him and said, "So you

would fly, Far-Darter, and hand victory over to Neptune with a cheap

vaunt to boot. Baby, why keep your bow thus idle? Never let me again

hear you bragging in my father's house, as you have often done in

the presence of the immortals, that you would stand up and fight

with Neptune."Apollo made her no answer, but Jove's august queen was angry and

upbraided her bitterly. "Bold vixen," she cried, "how dare you cross

me thus? For all your bow you will find it hard to hold your own

against me. Jove made you as a lion among women, and lets you kill

them whenever you choose. You will And it better to chase wild

beasts and deer upon the mountains than to fight those who are

stronger than you are. If you would try war, do so, and find out by

pitting yourself against me, how far stronger I am than you are."She caught both Diana's wrists with her left hand as she spoke,

and with her right she took the bow from her shoulders, and laughed as

she beat her with it about the ears while Diana wriggled and writhed

under her blows. Her swift arrows were shed upon the ground, and she

fled weeping from under Juno's hand as a dove that flies before a

falcon to the cleft of some hollow rock, when it is her good fortune

to escape. Even so did she fly weeping away, leaving her bow and

arrows behind her.Then the slayer of Argus, guide and guardian, said to Leto, "Leto, I

shall not fight you; it is ill to come to blows with any of Jove's

wives. Therefore boast as you will among the immortals that you

worsted me in fair fight."Leto then gathered up Diana's bow and arrows that had fallen about

amid the whirling dust, and when she had got them she made all haste

after her daughter. Diana had now reached Jove's bronze-floored

mansion on Olympus, and sat herself down with many tears on the

knees of her father, while her ambrosial raiment was quivering all

about her. The son of Saturn drew her towards him, and laughing

pleasantly the while began to question her saying, "Which of the

heavenly beings, my dear child, has been treating you in this cruel

manner, as though you had been misconducting yourself in the face of

everybody?" and the fair-crowned goddess of the chase answered, "It

was your wife Juno, father, who has been beating me; it is always

her doing when there is any quarrelling among the immortals."Thus did they converse, and meanwhile Phoebus Apollo entered the

strong city of Ilius, for he was uneasy lest the wall should not

hold out and the Danaans should take the city then and there, before

its hour had come; but the rest of the ever-living gods went back,

some angry and some triumphant to Olympus, where they took their seats

beside Jove lord of the storm cloud, while Achilles still kept on

dealing out death alike on the Trojans and on their As when the

smoke from some burning city ascends to heaven when the anger of the

gods has kindled it- there is then toil for all, and sorrow for not

a few- even so did Achilles bring toil and sorrow on the Trojans.Old King Priam stood on a high tower of the wall looking down on

huge Achilles as the Trojans fled panic-stricken before him, and there

was none to help them. Presently he came down from off the tower and

with many a groan went along the wall to give orders to the brave

warders of the gate. "Keep the gates," said he, "wide open till the

people come flying into the city, for Achilles is hard by and is

driving them in rout before him. I see we are in great peril. As

soon as our people are inside and in safety, close the strong gates

for I fear lest that terrible man should come bounding inside along

with the others."As he spoke they drew back the bolts and opened the gates, and

when these were opened there was a haven of refuge for the Trojans.

Apollo then came full speed out of the city to meet them and protect

them. Right for the city and the high wall, parched with thirst and

grimy with dust, still they fied on, with Achilles wielding his

spear furiously behind them. For he was as one possessed, and was

thirsting after glory.Then had the sons of the Achaeans taken the lofty gates of Troy if

Apollo had not spurred on Agenor, valiant and noble son to Antenor. He

put courage into his heart, and stood by his side to guard him,

leaning against a beech tree and shrouded in thick darkness. When

Agenor saw Achilles he stood still and his heart was clouded with

care. "Alas," said he to himself in his dismay, "if I fly before

mighty Achilles, and go where all the others are being driven in rout,

he will none the less catch me and kill me for a coward. How would

it be were I to let Achilles drive the others before him, and then fly

from the wall to the plain that is behind Ilius till I reach the spurs

of Ida and can hide in the underwood that is thereon? I could then

wash the sweat from off me in the river and in the evening return to

Ilius. But why commune with myself in this way? Like enough he would

see me as I am hurrying from the city over the plain, and would

speed after me till he had caught me- I should stand no chance against

him, for he is mightiest of all mankind. What, then, if I go out and

meet him in front of the city? His flesh too, I take it, can be

pierced by pointed bronze. Life is the same in one and all, and men

say that he is but mortal despite the triumph that Jove son of

Saturn vouchsafes him."So saying he stood on his guard and awaited Achilles, for he was now

fain to fight him. As a leopardess that bounds from out a thick covert

to attack a hunter- she knows no fear and is not dismayed by the

baying of the hounds; even though the man be too quick for her and

wound her either with thrust or spear, still, though the spear has

pierced her she will not give in till she has either caught him in her

grip or been killed outright- even so did noble Agenor son of

Antenor refuse to fly till he had made trial of Achilles, and took aim

at him with his spear, holding his round shield before him and

crying with a loud voice. "Of a truth," said he, "noble Achilles,

you deem that you shall this day sack the city of the proud Trojans.

Fool, there will be trouble enough yet before it, for there is many

a brave man of us still inside who will stand in front of our dear

parents with our wives and children, to defend Ilius. Here

therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you cue.As he spoke his strong hand hurled his javelin from him, and the

spear struck Achilles on the leg beneath the knee; the greave of newly

wrought tin rang loudly, but the spear recoiled from the body of him

whom it had struck, and did not pierce it, for the gods gift stayed

it. Achilles in his turn attacked noble Agenor, but Apollo would not

vouchsafe him glory, for he snatched Agenor away and hid him in a

thick mist, sending him out of the battle unmolested Then he

craftily drew the son of Peleus away from going after the host, for he

put on the semblance of Agenor and stood in front of Achilles, who ran

towards him to give him chase and pursued him over the corn lands of

the plain, turning him towards the deep waters of the river Scamander.

Apollo ran but a little way before him and beguiled Achilles by making

him think all the time that he was on the point of overtaking him.

Meanwhile the rabble of routed Trojans was thankful to crowd within

the city till their numbers thronged it; no longer did they dare

wait for one another outside the city walls, to learn who had

escaped and who were fallen in fight, but all whose feet and knees

could still carry them poured pell-mell into the town.


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