She ended, and the Father of the gods And mortals instantly complied, and called Minerva, and in wingèd accents said:⁠— “Haste to the battle-field, and there, among The Trojan and Achaian armies, cause The Trojan warriors first to lift their hands Against the elated Greeks and break the league.”

So saying, Jupiter to Pallas gave The charge she wished already. She in haste Shot from the Olympian summits, like a star Sent by the crafty Saturn’s son to warn The seamen or some mighty host in arms⁠— A radiant meteor scattering sparkles round. So came and lighted Pallas on the earth Amidst the armies. All who saw were seized With wonder⁠—Trojan knights and well-armed Greeks; And many a one addressed his comrade thus:⁠—

“Sure we shall have the wasting war again, And stubborn combats; or, it may be, Jove, The arbiter of wars among mankind, Decrees that the two nations dwell in peace.”