Yet, trusting in the portents of the gods, He slew her. Then it was his second task To combat with the illustrious Solymi⁠— The hardest battle he had ever fought⁠— So he declared⁠—with men; and then he slew⁠— His third exploit⁠—the man-like Amazons. Then he returned to Lycia; on his way The monarch laid a treacherous snare. He chose From his wide Lycian realm the bravest men To lie in ambush for him. Never one Of these came home again⁠—Bellerophon The matchless slew them all. And when the king Saw that he was the offspring of a god, He kept him near him, giving him to wife His daughter, and dividing with him all His kingly honors, while the Lycians set Their richest fields apart⁠—a goodly spot, Ploughlands and vineyards⁠—for the prince to till. And she who now became his wife brought forth Three children to the sage Bellerophon⁠— Isandrus and Hippolochus; and, last, Laodameia, who in secret bore To all-providing Jupiter a son⁠— Godlike Sarpedon, eminent in arms.