How Diomedes and Glaukos, being about to fight, were known to each
other, and parted in friendliness. And how Hector returning to the city
bade farewell to Andromache his wife.
So was the dread fray of Trojans and Achaians left to itself, and the
battle swayed oft this way and that across the plain, as they aimed
against each other their bronze-shod javelins, between Simoeis and the
streams of Xanthos.
First Aias son of Telamon, bulwark of the Achaians, brake a battalion
of the Trojans and brought his comrades salvation, smiting a warrior
that was chiefest among the Thracians, Eussoros’ son Akamas the goodly
and great. Him first he smote upon his thick-crested helmet-ridge and
drave into his forehead, so that the point of bronze pierced into the
bone; and darkness shrouded his eyes.
Then Diomedes of the loud wrar-cry slew Axylos Teuthranos’ son that
dwelt in stablished Arisbe, a man of substance dear to his fellows; for
his dwelling was by the roadside and he entertained all men. Howbeit of
all these was there then not one to meet the foe before his face and
save him from fell destruction; but Diomedes took the life of both of
them, even of him and Kalesios his squire that now was the driver of
his chariot; so passed both below the earth.
And Euryalos slew Dresos and Opheltios, and followed after Aisepos and
Pedasos whom erst the fountain-nymph Abarbarea bare to noble Boukolion.
Now Boukolion was son of proud Laomedon, his eldest born, begotten of a
mother unwedded; and as he tended his flocks he had converse with the
nymph in love, and she conceived and bare twin sons. And lo, the
strength of these and their glorious limbs Mekisteus’ son unstrung, and
stripped the armour from their shoulders. And stubborn Polypoites slew
Astyalos, and Odysseus with spear of bronze laid low Pidytes of
Perkote, and so did Teukros to goodly Aretaon. Then was Ableros killed
by the glistening spear of Antilochos, Nestor’s son, and Elatos by
Agamemnon king of men; beside the banks of fair-flowing Satnioeis dwelt
he in steep Pedasos. And Leïtos the warrior caught Phylakos, as he
fled; and Eurypylos slew Melanthios.
Now did Menelaos of the loud war-cry take Adrestos alive; for his
horses took flight across the plain, and stumbling in a tamarisk bough
brake the curved car at the pole’s foot; so they themselves fared
towards the city where the rest were fleeing in rout, and their lord
rolled from out the car beside the wheel, prone in the dust upon his
face. Then came Atreus’ son Menelaos to his side bearing his far-
shadowing spear. Thereat Adrestos caught him by his knees and besought
him: “Take me captive, thou son of Atreus, and accept a worthy ransom;
many a treasure is stored up in my father’s rich palace, bronze and
gold and smithied iron; thereof would my father yield thee ransom
beyond the telling, if he but heard that I am alive at the ships of the
Achaians.”
So spake he, and moved the spirit in his breast. And now had he
forthwith given him to his squire to lead him to the Achaians’ fleet
ships, but that Agamemnon came running to meet him, and spake a word of
chiding to him: “Good Menelaos, why art thou so careful of the foemen?
Have then such good deeds been wrought thee in thy house by Trojans? Of
them let not one escape sheer destruction at our hands, not even the
man-child that the mother beareth in her womb; let not even him escape,
but all perish together out of Ilios, uncared for and unknown.”
So spake the hero and turned his brother’s mind with righteous
persuasion; so with his hand he thrust the hero Adrestos from him, and
lord Agamemnon smote him in the flank, and he was overthrown, and
Atreus’ son set his heel upon his chest and plucked forth his ashen
spear.
Then Nestor called to the Argives with far-reaching shout: “My friends,
Danaan warriors, men of Ares’ company, let no man now take thought of
spoils to tarry behind, that he may bring the greatest burden to the
ships; but let us slay the foemen. Thereafter shall ye at your ease
also strip of their spoil the dead corpses about the plain.”
So spake he and stirred the spirit and soul of every man. Now had the
Trojans been chased again by the Achaians, dear to Ares, up into Ilios,
in their weakness overcome, but that Priam’s son Helenos, far best of
augurs, stood by Aineias’ side and Hector’s, and spake to them:
“Aineias and Hector, seeing that on you lieth the task of war in chief
of Trojans and Lykians, because for every issue ye are foremost both
for fight and counsel, stand ye your ground, and range the host
everywhither to rally them before the gates, ere yet they fall fleeing
in their women’s arms, and be made a rejoicing to the foe. Then when ye
have aroused all our battalions we will abide here and fight the
Danaans, though in sore weariness; for necessity presseth us hard: but
thou, Hector, go into the city, and speak there to thy mother and mine;
let her gather the aged wives to bright-eyed Athene’s temple in the
upper city, and with her key open the doors of the holy house; and let
her lay the robe, that seemeth to her the most gracious and greatest in
her hall and far dearest unto herself, upon the knees of
beauteous-haired Athene; and vow to her to sacrifice in her temple
twelve sleek kine, that have not felt the goad, if she will have mercy
on the city and the Trojans’ wives and little children. So may she
perchance hold back Tydeus’ son from holy Ilios, the furious spearman,
the mighty deviser of rout, whom in good sooth I deem to have proved
himself mightiest of the Achaians. Never in this wise feared we
Achilles, prince of men, who they say is born of a goddess; nay, but he
that we see is beyond measure furious; none can match him for might.”
So spake he, and Hector disregarded not his brother’s word, but leapt
forthwith from his chariot in his armour to earth, and brandishing two
sharp spears passed everywhere through the host, rousing them to
battle, and stirred the dread war-cry. So they were rallied and stood
to face the Achaians, and the Argives gave ground and ceased from
slaughter, and deemed that some immortal had descended from starry
heaven to bring the Trojans succour, in such wise rallied they. Then
Hector called to the Trojans with far-reaching shout: “O high-souled
Trojans and ye far-famed allies, quit you like men, my friends, and
take thought of impetuous courage, while I depart to Ilios and bid the
elders of the council and our wives pray to the gods and vow them
hecatombs.”
So saying Hector of the glancing helm departed, and the black hide beat
on either side against his ankles and his neck, even the rim that ran
uttermost about his bossed shield.
Now Glaukos son of Hippolochos and Tydeus’ son met in the mid-space of
the foes, eager to do battle. Thus when the twain were come nigh in
onset on each other, to him first spake Diomedes of the loud war-cry:
“Who art thou, noble sir, of mortal men? For never have I beheld thee
in glorious battle ere this, yet now hast thou far outstripped all men
in thy hardihood, seeing thou abidest my far-shadowing spear. Luckless
are the fathers whose children face my might. But if thou art some
immortal come down from heaven, then will not I fight with heavenly
gods. Nay moreover even Dryas’ son mighty Lykurgos was not for long
when he strove with heavenly gods, he that erst chased through the
goodly land of Nysa the nursing-mothers of frenzied Dionysos; and they
all cast their wands upon the ground, smitten with murderous Lykurgos’
ox-goad. Then Dionysos fled and plunged beneath the salt sea-wave, and
Thetis took him to her bosom, affrighted, for a mighty trembling had
seized him at his foe’s rebuke. But with Lykurgos the gods that live at
ease were wroth, and Kronos’ son made him blind, and he was not for
long, because he was hated of all the immortal gods. So would neither I
be fain to fight the blessed gods. But if thou art of men that eat the
fruit of the field, come nigh, that anon thou mayest enter the toils of
destruction.”
Then Hippolochos’ glorious son made answer to him: “Great-hearted
Tydeides, why enquirest thou of my generation? Even as are the
generations of leaves such are those likewise of men; the leaves that
be the wind scattereth on the earth, and the forest buddeth and putteth
forth more again, when the season of spring is at hand; so of the
generations of men one putteth forth and another ceaseth. Yet if thou
wilt, have thine answer, that thou mayest well know our lineage,
whereof many men have knowledge. There is a city Ephyre in the heart of
Argos, pasture land of horses, and there dwelt Sisyphos that was
craftiest of men, Sisyphos son of Aiolos; and he begat a son, even
Glaukos, and Glaukos begat noble Bellerophon. To him the gods granted
beauty and lovely manhood; but Proitos in his heart devised ill for
him, and being mightier far drave him from the land of the Argives,
whom Zeus had made subject to his sceptre.* Now Proitos’ wife, goodly
Anteia, lusted after him, to have converse in secret love, but no whit
prevailed she, for the uprightness of his heart, on wise Bellerophon.
Then spake she lyingly to king Proitos: “Die, Proitos, or else slay
Bellerophon, that would have converse in love with me against my will.”
So spake she, and anger gat hold upon the king at that he heard. To
slay him he forbare, for his soul had shame of that; but he sent him to
Lykia, and gave him tokens of woe, graving in a folded tablet many
deadly things, and bade him shew these to Anteia’s father, that he
might be slain. So fared he to Lykia by the blameless convoy of the
gods. Now when he came to Lykia and the stream of Xanthos, then did the
king of wide Lykia honour him with all his heart; nine days he
entertained him and killed nine oxen. And when on the tenth day
rosy-fingered dawn appeared, then he questioned him and asked to see
what token he bare from his son-in-law, even Proitos. Now when he had
received of him Proitos’ evil token, first he bade him slay Chimaira
the unconquerable. Of divine birth was she and not of men, in front a
lion, and behind a serpent, and in the midst a goat; and she breathed
dread fierceness of blazing fire. And her he slew, obedient to the
signs of heaven. Next fought he with the famed Solymi; this, said he,
was the mightiest battle of warriors wherein he entered. And thirdly he
slew the Amazons, women peers of men. And as he turned back therefrom,
the king devised another cunning wile; he picked from wide Lykia the
bravest men, and set an ambush. But these returned nowise home again;
for noble Bellerophon slew them all. So when the king now knew that he
was the brave offspring of a god, he kept him there, and plighted him
his daughter, and gave him the half of all the honour of his kingdom;
moreover the Lykians meted him a domain preeminent above all, fair with
vineyards and tilth to possess it.** And his wife bare wise Bellerophon
three children, Isandros and Hippolochos and Laodameia. With Laodameia
lay Zeus the lord of counsel, and she bare godlike Sarpedon, the
warrior with arms of bronze. But when even Bellerophon came to be hated
of all the gods, then wandered he alone in the Aleian plain, devouring
his own soul, and avoiding the paths of men; and Isandros his son was
slain by Ares insatiate of battle, as he fought against the famed
Solymi, and his daughter was slain in wrath of gold-gleaming***
Artemis. But Hippolochos begat me, and of him do I declare me to be
sprung; he sent me to Troy and bade me very instantly to be ever the
best and to excel all other men, nor put to shame the lineage of my
fathers that were of noblest blood in Ephyre and in wide Lykia. This is
the lineage and blood whereof I avow myself to be.”
* Or, “for Zeus had brought him [Bellerophon] under his sceptre’s
sway.”
** Or, if we read πυροφόροιο, “tilth of wheat-land.”
*** Or, “Artemis of the golden reins.”
So said he, and Diomedes of the loud war-cry was glad. He planted his
spear in the bounteous earth and with soft words spake to the shepherd
of the host: “Surely then thou art to me a guest-friend of old times
through my father: for goodly Oineus of yore entertained noble
Bellerophon in his halls and kept him twenty days. Moreover they gave
each the other goodly gifts of friendship; Oineus gave a belt bright
with purple, and Bellerophon a gold twy-handled cup, the which when I
came I left in my palace. But of Tydeus I remember naught, seeing I was
yet little when he left me, what time the Achaian host perished at
Thebes. Therefore now am I to thee a dear guest-friend in midmost
Argos, and thou in Lykia, whene’er I fare to your land. So let us shun
each other’s spears, even amid the throng; Trojans are there in
multitudes and famous allies for me to slay, whoe’er it be that God
vouchsafeth me and my feet overtake; and for thee are there Achaians in
multitude, to slay whome’er thou canst. But let us make exchange of
arms between us, that these also may know how we avow ourselves to be
guest-friends by lineage.”
So spake the twain, and leaping from their cars clasped each the other
by his hand, and pledged their faith. But now Zeus son of Kronos took
from Glaukos his wits, in that he made exchange with Diomedes Tydeus’
son of golden armour for bronze, the price of five score oxen for the
price of nine.
Now when Hector came to the Skaian gates and to the oak-tree, there
came running round about him the Trojans’ wives and daughters,
enquiring of sons and brethren and friends and husbands. But he bade
them thereat all in turn pray to the gods; but sorrow hung over many.
But when he came to Priam’s beautiful palace, adorned with polished
colonnades—and in it were fifty chambers of polished stone, builded
hard by one another, wherein Priam’s sons slept beside their wedded
wives; and for his daughters over against them on the other side within
the courtyard were twelve roofed chambers of polished stone builded
hard by one another, wherein slept Priam’s sons-in-law beside their
chaste wives—then came there to meet him his bountiful mother, leading
with her Laodike, fairest of her daughters to look on; and she clasped
her hand in his, and spake, and called upon his name: “My son, why hast
thou left violent battle to come hither? Surely the sons of the
Achaians—name of evil!—press thee hard in fight about thy city, and so
thy spirit hath brought thee hither, to come and stretch forth thy
hands to Zeus from the citadel. But tarry till I bring thee honey-sweet
wine, that thou mayest pour libation to Zeus and all the immortals
first, and then shalt thou thyself also be refreshed if thou wilt
drink. When a man is awearied wine greatly maketh his strength to wax,
even as thou art awearied in fighting for thy fellows.”
Then great Hector of the glancing helm answered her: “Bring me no
honey-hearted wine, my lady mother, lest thou cripple me of my courage
and I be forgetful of my might.* Moreover I have awe to make libation
of gleaming wine to Zeus with hands unwashen; nor can it be in any wise
that one should pray to the son of Kronos, god of storm-cloud, all
defiled with blood and filth. But go thou to the temple of Athene,
driver of the spoil, with offerings, and gather the aged wives
together; and the robe that seemeth to thee the most gracious and
greatest in thy palace, and dearest unto thyself, that lay thou upon
the knees of beauteous-haired Athene, and vow to her to sacrifice in
her temple twelve sleek kine, that have not felt the goad, if she will
have mercy on the city and the Trojans’ wives and little children. So
may she perchance hold back Tydeus’ son from holy Ilios, the furious
spearman, the mighty deviser of rout. So go thou to the temple of
Athene, driver of the spoil; and I will go after Paris, to summon him,
if perchance he will hearken to my voice. Would that the earth
forthwith might swallow him up! The Olympian fostered him to be a sore
bane to the Trojans and to great-hearted Priam, and to Priam’s sons. If
I but saw him going down to the gates of death, then might I deem that
my heart had forgotten its sorrow.”**
* Omitting δ’ after μένεος, with the best MSS. and probably
Aristarchos. So also Plato, Crat. 415 A.
** Reading with Zenodotos φίλον for φρέν’ ἀτέρπου.
So said he, and she went unto the hall, and called to her handmaidens,
and they gathered the aged wives throughout the city. Then she herself
went down to her fragrant chamber where were her embroidered robes, the
work of Sidonian women, whom godlike Alexandros himself brought from
Sidon, when he sailed over the wide sea, that journey wherein he
brought home high-born Helen. Of these Hekabe took one to bear for an
offering to Athene, the one that was fairest for adornment and
greatest, and shone like a star, and lay nethermost of all. Then went
she her way and the multitude of aged wives hasted after her.
Now when they came to the temple of Athene in the citadel, fair-cheeked
Theano opened them the doors, even Kisseus’ daughter, wife of
horse-taming Antenor; for her the Trojans had made priestess of Athene.
Then lifted they all their hands to Athene with lamentation: and
fair-cheeked Theano took the robe and laid it on the knees of
beauteous-haired Athene, and lifted up her voice and prayed to the
daughter of great Zeus: “Lady Athene, saviour of the city, fair among
goddesses, break now Diomedes’ spear, and grant moreover that himself
may fall prone before the Skaian gates; that we may sacrifice thee now
forthwith in thy temple twelve sleek kine, that have not felt the goad,
if thou wilt have mercy on the city and the Trojans’ wives and little
children.” So spake she praying, but Pallas Athene denied the prayer.
So were these praying to the daughter of great Zeus; and Hector was
come to Alexandros’ fair palace, that himself had builded with them
that were most excellent carpenters then in deep-soiled Troy-land;
these made him his chamber and hall and courtyard hard by to Priam and
Hector, in the upper city. There entered in Hector dear to Zeus, and
his hand bare his spear, eleven cubits long: before his face glittered
the bronze spear-point, and a ring of gold ran round about it. And he
found Paris in his chamber busied with his beauteous arms, his shield
and breastplate, and handling his curved bow; and Helen of Argos sate
among her serving-women and appointed brave handiwork for her
handmaidens. Then when Hector saw him he rebuked him with scornful
words: “Good sir, thou dost not well to cherish this rancour in thy
heart. The folk are perishing about the city and high wall in battle,
and for thy sake the battle-cry is kindled and war around this city;
yea thyself wouldest thou fall out with another, didst thou see him
shrinking from hateful war. Up then, lest the city soon be scorched
with burning fire.”
And godlike Alexandros answered him: “Hector, since in measure thou
chidest me and not beyond measure, therefore will I tell thee; lay thou
it to thine heart and hearken to me. Not by reason so much of the
Trojans, for wrath and indignation, sate I me in my chamber, but fain
would I yield me to my sorrow. Even now my wife hath persuaded me with
soft words, and urged me into battle; and I moreover, even I, deem that
it will be better so; for victory shifteth from man to man. Go to then,
tarry awhile, let me put on my armour of war; or else fare thou forth,
and I will follow; and I think to overtake thee.”
So said he, but Hector of the glancing helm answered him not a word.
But Helen spake to him with gentle words: “My brother, even mine that
am a dog, mischievous and abominable, would that on the day when my
mother bare me at the first, an evil storm-wind had caught me away to a
mountain or a billow of the loud-sounding sea, where the billow might
have swept me away before all these things came to pass. Howbeit,
seeing the gods devised all these ills in this wise, would that then I
had been mated with a better man, that felt dishonour and the multitude
of men’s reproachings. But as for him, neither hath he now sound heart,
nor ever will have; thereof deem I moreover that he will reap the
fruit. But now come, enter in and sit thee here upon this bench, my
brother, since thy heart chiefly trouble hath encompassed, for the sake
of me, that am a dog, and for Alexandros’ sin; on whom Zeus bringeth
evil doom, that even in days to come we may be a song in the ears of
men that shall be hereafter.”
Then great Hector of the glancing helm answered her: “Bid me not sit,
Helen, of thy love; thou wilt not persuade me. Already my heart is set
to succour the men of Troy, that have great desire for me that am not
with them. But rouse thou this fellow, yea let himself make speed, to
overtake me yet within the city. For I shall go into mine house to
behold my housefolk and my dear wife, and infant boy; for I know not if
I shall return home to them again, or if the gods will now overthrow me
at the hands of the Achaians.”
So spake Hector of the glancing helm and departed; and anon he came to
his well stablished house. But he found not white-armed Andromache in
the halls; she with her boy and fair-robed handmaiden had taken her
stand upon the tower, weeping and wailing. And when Hector found not
his noble wife within, he came and stood upon the threshold and spake
amid the serving women: “Come tell me now true, my serving women.
Whither went white-armed Andromache forth from the hall? Hath she gone
out to my sisters or unto my brothers’ fair-robed wives, or to Athene’s
temple, where all the fair-tressed Trojan women propitiate the awful
goddess?”
Then a busy housedame spake in answer to him: “Hector, seeing thou
straitly chargest us tell thee true, neither hath she gone out to any
of thy sisters or thy brothers’ fair-robed wives, neither to Athene’s
temple, where all the fair-tressed Trojan women are propitiating the
awful goddess; but she went to the great tower of Ilios, because she
heard the Trojans were hard pressed, and great victory was for the
Achaians. So hath she come in haste to the wall, like unto one
frenzied; and the nurse with her beareth the child.”
So spake the housedame, and Hector hastened from his house back by the
same way down the well-builded streets. When he had passed through the
great city and was come to the Skaian gates, whereby he was minded to
issue upon the plain, then came his dear-won* wife, running to meet
him, even Andromache daughter of great-hearted Eëtion, Eëtion that
dwelt beneath wooded Plakos, in Thebe under Plakos, and was king of the
men of Kilikia; for his daughter was wife to bronze-harnessed Hector.
So she met him now, and with her went the handmaid bearing in her bosom
the tender boy, the little child, Hector’s loved son, like unto a
beautiful star. Him Hector called Skamandrios, but all the folk
Astyanax; for only Hector guarded Ilios.** So now he smiled and gazed
at his boy silently, and Andromache stood by his side weeping, and
clasped her hand in his, and spake and called upon his name. “Dear my
lord, this thy hardihood will undo thee, neither hast thou any pity for
thine infant boy, nor for me forlorn that soon shall be thy widow; for
soon will the Achaians all set upon thee and slay thee. But it were
better for me to go down to the grave if I lose thee; for never more
will any comfort be mine, when once thou, even thou, hast met thy fate,
but only sorrow. Moreover I have no father nor lady mother: my father
was slain of goodly Achilles, for he wasted the populous city of the
Kilikians, even high-gated Thebe, and slew Eëtion; yet he despoiled him
not, for his soul had shame of that, but he burnt him in his inlaid
armour and raised a barrow over him; and all about were elm-trees
planted by the mountain nymphs, daughters of aegis-bearing Zeus. And
the seven brothers that were mine within our halls, all these on the
selfsame day went within the house of Hades; for fleet-footed goodly
Achilles slew them all amid their kine of trailing gait and
white-fleeced sheep. And my mother, that was queen beneath wooded
Plakos, her brought he hither with the other spoils, but afterward took
a ransom untold to set her free; but in her father’s halls was she
smitten by the Archer Artemis. Nay, Hector, thou art to me father and
lady mother, yea and brother, even as thou art my goodly husband. Come
now, have pity and abide here upon the tower, lest thou make thy child
an orphan and thy wife a widow. And stay thy folk beside the fig-tree,
where best the city may be scaled and the wall is assailable. Thrice
came thither the most valiant that are with the two Aiantes and famed
Idomeneus and the sons of Atreus and Tydeus’ valiant son, and essayed
to enter; whether one skilled in soothsaying revealed it to them, or
whether their own spirit urgeth and biddeth them on.”
* Or, “bounteous.”
** Astyanax = “City King.”
Then great Hector of the glancing helm answered her: “Surely I take
thought for all these things, my wife; but I have very sore shame of
the Trojans and Trojan dames with trailing robes, if like a coward I
shrink away from battle. Moreover mine own soul forbiddeth me, seeing I
have learnt ever to be valiant and fight in the forefront of the
Trojans, winning my father’s great glory and mine own. Yea of a surety
I know this in heart and soul; the day shall come for holy Ilios to be
laid low, and Priam and the folk of Priam of the good ashen spear. Yet
doth the anguish of the Trojans hereafter not so much trouble me,
neither Hekabe’s own, neither king Priam’s, neither my brethren’s, the
many and brave that shall fall in the dust before their foemen, as doth
thine anguish in the day when some mail-clad Achaian shall lead thee
weeping and rob thee of the light of freedom. So shalt thou abide in
Argos and ply the loom at another woman’s bidding, and bear water from
fount Messeis or Hypereia, being grievously entreated, and sore
constraint shall be laid upon thee. And then shall one say that
beholdeth thee weep: ‘This is the wife of Hector, that was foremost in
battle of the horse-taming Trojans when men fought about Ilios.’ Thus
shall one say hereafter, and fresh grief will be thine for lack of such
an husband as thou hadst to ward off the day of thraldom. But me in
death may the heaped-up earth be covering, ere I hear thy crying and
thy carrying into captivity.”
So spake glorious Hector, and stretched out his arm to his boy. But the
child shrunk crying to the bosom of his fair-girdled nurse, dismayed at
his dear father’s aspect, and in dread at the bronze and horse-hair
crest that he beheld nodding fiercely from the helmet’s top. Then his
dear father laughed aloud, and his lady mother; forthwith glorious
Hector took the helmet from his head, and laid it, all gleaming, upon
the earth; then kissed he his dear son and dandled him in his arms, and
spake in prayer to Zeus and all the gods, “O Zeus and all ye gods,
vouchsafe ye that this my son may likewise prove even as I, pre-eminent
amid the Trojans, and as valiant in might, and be a great king of
Ilios. Then may men say of him, ‘Far greater is he than his father’ as
he returneth home from battle; and may he bring with him blood-stained
spoils from the foeman he hath slain, and may his mother’s heart be
glad.”
So spake he, and laid his son in his dear wife’s arms; and she took him
to her fragrant bosom, smiling tearfully. And her husband had pity to
see her, and caressed her with his hand, and spake and called upon her
name: “Dear one, I pray thee be not of oversorrowful heart; no man
against my fate shall hurl me to Hades; only destiny, I ween, no man
hath escaped, be he coward or be he valiant, when once he hath been
born. But go thou to thine house and see to thine own tasks, the loom
and distaff, and bid thine handmaidens ply their work; but for war
shall men provide, and I in chief of all men that dwell in Ilios.”
So spake glorious Hector, and took up his horse-hair crested helmet;
and his dear wife departed to her home, oft looking back, and letting
fall big tears. Anon she came to the well-stablished house of
man-slaying Hector, and found therein her many handmaidens, and stirred
lamentation in them all. So bewailed they Hector, while yet he lived,
within his house: for they deemed that he would no more come back to
them from battle, nor escape the fury of the hands of the Achaians.
Neither lingered Paris long in his lofty house, but clothed on him his
brave armour, bedight with bronze, and hasted through the city,
trusting to his nimble feet. Even as when a stalled horse, full-fed at
the manger, breaketh his tether and speedeth at the gallop across the
plain, being wont to bathe him in the fair-flowing stream, exultingly;
and holdeth his head on high, and his mane floateth about his
shoulders, and he trusteth in his glory, and nimbly his limbs bear him
to the haunts and pasturages of mares; even so Priam’s son Paris,
glittering in his armour like the shining sun, strode down from high
Pergamos laughingly, and his swift feet bare him. Forthwith he overtook
his brother noble Hector, even as he was on the point to turn him away
from the spot where he had dallied with his wife. To him first spake
godlike Alexandros: “Sir, in good sooth I have delayed thee in thine
haste by my tarrying, and came not rightly as thou badest me.”
And Hector of the glancing helm answered him and said: “Good brother,
no man that is rightminded could make light of thy doings in fight,
seeing thou art strong: but thou art wilfully remiss and hast no care;
and for this my heart is grieved within me, that I hear shameful words
concerning thee in the Trojans’ mouths, who for thy sake endure much
toil. But let us be going; all this will we make good hereafter, if
Zeus ever vouchsafe us to set before the heavenly gods that are for
everlasting the cup of deliverance in our halls, when we have chased
out of Troy-land the well-greaved Achaians.”