steeds, and bade His comrades lead them to the fleet. Aghast The valiant sons of Troy beheld the sons Of Dares, one in flight, the other slain.
Meantime the blue-eyed Pallas took the hand Of Mars, and thus addressed the fiery god:—
“Mars, Mars, thou slayer of men, thou steeped in blood, Destroyer of walled cities! Should we not Leave both the Greeks and Trojans to contend, And Jove to crown with glory whom he will, While we retire, lest we provoke his wrath?”
Thus having said, she led the violent Mars From where the battle raged, and made him sit Beside Scamander, on its grassy bank. And then the Achaians put the sons of Troy To flight: each leader slew a foe; and first The king of men, Atrides, from his car Struck down the huge-limbed Hodius, who was chief Among the Halizonians. As he turned To flee, the Achaian, smiting him between The shoulders, drove the javelin through his breast. Heavily clashed his armor as he fell.
Then by Idomeneus was Phaestus slain, Son of Meonian Borus, who had come From Tarna, rich in harvests. As he sprang Into his car, Idomeneus, expert To wield the ponderous javelin, thrust its blade Through his right shoulder. From the car he fell, And the dark night of death came over him. The Achaian warriors following spoiled the slain.
The son of Atreus, Menelaus, slew With his sharp spear Scamandrius, the son Of Strophius, practised in the forest chase, A mighty hunter. Him had Dian taught To strike whatever beast the woody wild Breeds on the hills; but now availed him not The favor of Diana, archer-queen, Nor skill to throw the javelin afar; For Menelaus, mighty with the spear, Followed him as he fled, and in the back Smote him, between the shoulder-blades, and drave The weapon through. He fell upon the ground Headlong, his armor clashing as he fell. And then Meriones slew