Among the Trojans, Dares was the priest Of Vulcan, rich and blameless. His two sons Were Phegeus and Idaus, trained in all The arts of war. They left the host and came To meet Tydides⁠—on the chariot they, And he on foot; and now, as they drew near, First Phegeus hurled his massive lance. It flew O’er Diomed’s left shoulder and struck not. Tydides cast his spear, and not in vain; It smote the breast of Phegeus in the midst, And dashed him from his seat. Idaeus leaped To earth, and left the sumptuous car, nor dared To guard the slain, yet would have met his death If Vulcan had not borne him swiftly thence Concealed in darkness, that he might not leave The aged man, his father, desolate. The son of Tydeus took the 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:⁠—