He spake, and they who feared their master’s threat Mended their speed awhile. The warlike son Of Nestor saw just then the narrow pass Within the hollow way, a furrow ploughed By winter floods, which there had torn the course And deepened it. Atrides, to avoid The clash of wheels, drave thither; thither too Antilochus⁠—who turned his firm-paced steeds A little from the track in which they ran⁠— Followed him close. Atrides saw with fear, And shouted to Antilochus aloud:⁠—

“Antilochus, thou drivest rashly; rein Thy horses in. The way is narrow here, But soon will broaden, and thou then canst pass. Beware lest with thy chariot-wheels thou dash Against my own, and harm befall us both.”