And Diomed, the valiant, spoiled the slain. Xanthus and Thoön he encountered next, The sons of Phaenops, born in his old age. No other child had he, to be his heir, And he was worn with length of years. These two Tydides smote and took their lives, and left Grief to their father and regretful cares, Since he no more should welcome their return From war, and strangers should divide his wealth. Then smote he Chromius and Echemon, sons Of Dardan Priam, in one chariot both. As on a herd of beeves a lion springs While midst the shrubs they browse, and breaks their necks⁠— Heifer or ox⁠—so sprang he on the twain And struck them, vainly struggling, from their car, And spoiled them of their arms, and took their steeds, And bade his comrades lead them to the fleet.