He spake; the coursers, honoring his voice. Ran with fresh speed, and soon were near to those Of Nestor’s son. Meantime the assembled Greeks Sat looking where the horses scoured the plain And filled the air with dust. Idomeneus, The lord of Crete, descried the coursers first, For on a height he sat above the crowd. He heard the chief encouraging his steeds, And knew him, and he marked before the rest A courser, chestnut-colored save a spot Upon the middle of the forehead, white, And round as the full moon. And then he stood Upright, and from his place harangued the Greeks:⁠—