Nastes was leader of the Carian troops, Who spake in barbarous accents and possessed Miletus and the leafy mountain heights Where dwell the Phthirians, and Maeauder’s stream, And airy peaks of Mycalè. O’er these Amphimachus and Nastes held command⁠— Amphimachus and Nastes, far renowned Sons of Nomion, him who, madly vain, Went to the battle pranked like a young girl In golden ornaments. They spared him not The bitter doom of death; he fell beneath The hand of swift Aeacides within The river’s channel. There the great in war, Achilles, spoiled Nomion of his gold.

Sarpedon and the noble Glaucus bore Rule o’er the Eycians coming from afar, Where eddying Xanthus runs through Lycia’s meads.